FROM   THE   LIBRARY   OF 
REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED    BY   HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY   OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


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THE   CHURCH   OF  CHRIST. 


EDITED   BY 


Rev.  FREDERIC  H.   HEDGE,  D.D., 

AND 

Rev.  FREDERIC   D.   HUNTINGTON. 


FOURTH     THOUSAND. 


BOSTON: 

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111   Washington  Street. 

1855. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1853,  by 

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CAMBRIDGE: 
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INDEX   OF   SUBJECTS. 


I.    SANCTUARY. 

HYMNS 

I.  Opening  of  Service, 1-60 

II.  Close  of  Service, 51-79 

m.  Dedication, 80-84 

IV.  Sabbath, 85-93 


II.     GOD. 

I.    Adoration, 94-119 

II.    God's  Presence,  Power,  and  Wisdom,    .       .       .  120-135 

III.  God's  Love, 136-148 

IV.  God's  Forgiveness, 149-156 

V.    God's  Help  and  Protection,         ....  157-184 

VI.    God  in  Nature, 185-205 

III.    THE    WORD. 

The  Word, 206-222 

IV.     CHRIST. 

I.    Advent  and  Nativity, 223-247 

II.    Events  in  Christ's  Ministry, 248-266 

III.  Offices  to  the  Soul, 267-313 

IV.  The  Cross, .314-327 

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IV 


INDEX     OF     SUBJECT*. 


V.     THE    SPIRIT. 

QUICKENER,    SaNCTIFIER,   AND   COMFORTER,    . 


328  -  351 


VI.    THE    CHURCH 

I.  Ordination  and  Installation, 

II.  Baptism, 

III.  Communion  at  the  Lord's  Sutter, 

IV.  Family.  —  Morning  and  Evening, 
V.  Thanksgiving,    .... 

VI.  Fast, 

VTJ.  The  Nation,        .... 

Vin.  Brotherhood,        .... 

IX.  Social  Worship, 

X.  The  Future  Church,  . 


352-357 
358  —  365 
306 -401 
402-431 
432-444 
445  -  454 
455  -  465 
466-500 
501-518 
519  -  540 


VII.     THE    HEART. 


I.  Penitence, 

II.  Renewal,        .        .        .        . 

III.  Prayer,       .... 

IV.  Aspiration,     .        .        .        . 
V.  Consecration,    . 

VI.  Gentleness  and  Humility, 

VII.  Gratitude, 

VIIT.  Confidence  and  Joy,  . 

IX.  Faith  and  Submission,    . 

X.  Consolation, 


541-562 
563-568 
569-581 
582-600 
601-630 
631-642 
643  -  645 
646  -  655 
656-692 
693-710 


VIII.     LIFE. 


I.  Early  Religion, 

II.  Choice,    . 

III.  Action, 

VI.  Passage  of  Time, 


711-715 

716-718 
719-752 
753-761 


INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS. 


IX.     DEATH. 


I.     Dying  of  Children, 762-767 

II.    Dying  of  the  Believer, 768-772 

III.    Funereal, 773-786 


X.    IMMORTALITY. 

I.    Judgment, 787-789 

II.    TnE  Dead, 790-807 

III.    Heaven, 808-831 


XI.     THE    YEAR. 

The  Year, 832-834 

XII.     SUPPLEMENT. 

New  and  Old, 835 

Easter  Hymn, 836 

Progress, 837 

The  Silent  Land, 838 

Onward, 839 

"  Still  with  Thee," 840 

At  Sea, 811 

The  Calm  of  the  Soul, 842 

"  Domine  ne  in  Furore," 843 

"  In  Te,  Domine,  confido," 844 

Liberty  of  Prophesying, 845 

Ministering  Spirits, 846 

"Why  thus  longing?" 847 

Voyage  of  Life, 848 

"  Miserere,  Domine !  " 849 

Action  for  the  Future, 850 

The  Alpine  Shepherd, 851 

Luther's  Psalm, 852 

True  Pest, 853 


VI  INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS. 

The  Choice, -  854 

Pilgrim  Ode, 855 

City  of  God, 856 

The  Father's  Hand, 857 

The  Future  Life, 858 

Creation, 859 

Hear  our  Prayer, 860 

Charity, ....  861 

Call  to  Action, 862 

Be  thou  ready, 863 

Death  and  Judgment, S64 

"  The  Lord  gave  the  Word," 865 

The  Last  Judgment, ...  866 

The  Judge  of  Nations, 867 

Prayer  for  all  Men, 868 

Christmas, 869 

A  Supplication, 870 

"God  speed  the  Right!" 871 

Noonday  Hymn, 872 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


Lyie. 


Abba,  Father,  hear  thy  child. 

Abide  with  me  !    Fast  falls  the  eventide. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have.     C.  Wesley.  . 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light.    Barbaukl. 

Again  the  Sunday  morn.    Lyra  Cath. 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page.     Cowper.   . 

Ah  wretched  souls,  who  strive  in  vain.    Mrs.  Steele. 

Alas !  how  poor  and  little  worth. 

Alas  the  outer  emptiness !     T.  H.  Gill. 

A  little  child,  in  bulrush  ark.     W.  J.  Fox. 

All  before  us  lies  the  way.    Emerson.  . 

All  conviction  should  be  valiant.    Mackay. 

All  earthly  charms,  however  dear.    H.  Moore.    . 

All,  from  the  sun's  uprise.     Sandys. 

All  men  are  equal  in  their  birth.    //.  Martineau. 

All  nature  feels  attractive  power.    Drennan.    . 

All  powerful,  self-existent  God.     Walker's  Col.    , 

All-seeing  God !  't  is  thine  to  know.    Scott. 

All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord.    Montg. 

Almighty  God,  thy  word  is  cast.     Chr.  Psalmist. 

Almighty  Lord,  before  thy  throne.    Eippon's  Col. 

Almighty  One !  I  bend  in  dust  before  thee.    Boioring. 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross.     Watts. 

Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears.    II.  Moore. 

A  mighty  fortress  is  our  God.    Luther,  tr.  F.  II.  Hedge. 

And  is  the  Gospel  peace  and  love?    Mrs.  Steele. 


509 
420 
723 
91 
89 
211 
716 
758 
619 
540 
652 
845 
810 
109 
487 
671 
134 
473 
11 
79 
446 
110 
744 
181 
852 
638 


Vlll 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES 


Angel,  roll  the  rock  away !    Scott. 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory.    Montg. 

An  offering  to  the  shrine  of  power.    R.  Nichol.    . 

Another  hand  is  beckoning  us.     Whittier. 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done.    Stennet.    . 

Another  year  is  swallowed  by  the  sea.    E.  Elliott.  . 

Answer  me,  burning  stars  of  night.    Uemans. 

Ark  of  the  Covenant !  not  that.    Breviary. 

Armies  of  God !  in  union.    Lyra  Cath. 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake !  awake !     Shrubsole. 

Around  Bethesda's  healing  wave.    Barton. 

As  body  when  the  soul  has  fled.    Drummond. 

As,  down  in  the  sunless  retreats  of  the  ocean.    Moore 

As  earth's  pageant  passes  by.    Beaumont. 

As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares.     Chr.  Psalmist. 

As  Jesus  sought  his  wandering  sheep.    Lyra  Cath. 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep !     Mrs.  Mackay.    . 

A.  soldier's  course,  from  battles  won.     Gisborne. 

Assist  us,  Lord,  to  act,  to  be.    H.  Moore. 

As  the  hart,  with  eager  looks.    Montg. 

As  the  sun's  enlivening  eye.    J.  Newton. 

As  the  sweet  flower  that  scents  the  morn.    Episc.  Col. 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home.    Rijypori's  Col. 

A  thousand  years  have  fleeted.     Germ.  tr.  Cox. 

A  trusting  heart,  a  yearning  eye.    Lyra  Cath. 

Author  of  good !  we  rest  on  thee.    Merrick. 

A  voice  upon  the  midnight  air 

Awake,  my  soul !  and  with  the  sun.    Kenn.    . 
Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes.    Barbauld.  . 
Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve.    Doddridge. 
Awake,  our  souls !  away,  our  fears !     Watts. 
Away,  ye  ceaseless  doubts  and  fears.     H.  F.  Lyte. 


261 
232 
442 
801 

88 

834 

805 

378 

5 

68 
250 
746 
608 
604 
415 
253 
774 
739 
495 
596 
502 
762 
«49 
507 
668 
178 
256 
413 
733 
740 
732 
802 


Back  to  the  world  we  've  faithless  turned.    Keble  alfd. 

Baptized  into  our  Saviour's  death.    Doddridge. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne.     Watts. 

Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay.     Ogilvie. 

Behold,  night's  shadows  fade.    Breviary. 

Behold  the  amazing  sight.     Walls 


549 
360 
.44 
200 
412 
CI  7 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 


IX 


Behold,  the  morning  sun.     Watts.         .... 

Behold  the  Prince  of  Peace !    Needltam.  . 

Behold,  the  servant  of  the  Lord.    .       .   -    . 

Behold  the  sun,  how  bright.    Moore. 

Behold  the  western  evening  light !     W.  B.  0.  Peabody. 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace.     Watts. 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  the  cross.  . 

Beneath  thine  hammer,  Lord,  I  lie.    F.  H.  Hedge.    . 

Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand.    Doddridge.     . 

Be  thou,  0  God,  by  night,  by  day.     Chapel  Hymns. 

Be  thou  ready,  fellow-mortal.    BartoVs  Col. 

Be  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go.     Chr.  Psalmist.    . 

Beyond,  beyond  the  boundless  sea.     Conder. 

Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever !    Hogg. 

Bless,  0  Lord,  each  opening  year.    Newton. 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see.     Watts.    . 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart.    Keble 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace.     Watts. 

Blest  be  the  everlasting  God.     Watts. 

Blest  day  of  God !  most  calm,  most  bright.     Cod-mart's  Col. 

Blest  hour,  when  virtuous  friends  shall  meet.    Liverpool  Col 

Blest  Instructor,  from  thy  ways.    Merrick. 

Blest  is  the  hour  when  cares  depart 

Blest  is  the  man  who  fears  the  Lord !    Exeter  Col.  . 
Blest  Spirit !  source  of  grace  divine !    Doddridge. 
Bread  of  heaven !  on  thee  we  feed.    PratVs  Col. 
Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken.    Heber. 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning.    Heber. 
Bright  were  the  mornings  first  impearled.    Lyra  Cath. 
Brother,  rest  from  sin  and  sorrow !    Bap.  Memoria. 
Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us.    Milman. 
But  who  shall  see  the  glorious  day.    Moore.    . 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill.    Heber 

By  sufferings  only  can  we  know.    Mde.  Guy  on. 

Call  them  from  the  dead.     W.  J.  Fox. 
Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God.    Hemans. 
Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night.    E.  H  Sears. 
Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish.     Collyer. 


217 
241 
602 
225 
769 
605 
373 
659 
718 
599 
863 
159 
135 
195 
833 
634 

66 
486 
809 

93 
826 
152 

73 
670 
351 
383 
386 
236 
696 
779 
782 
534 
712 
316 

797 
765 
238 
706 


X  INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES 

Centre  of  our  hopes  thou  art.     Wesleyan.     . 

Cheek  grow  pale,  but  heart  be  vigorous !    Miss  Bremer. 

Cheer  up,  desponding  soul.    Lyra  Cath. 

Christ  hath  arisen!     Goethe,  tr.  F.  II.  Hedge. 

Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms.    It.  Baxter 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day.     Cudtcorth. 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies.     C.  Wesley. 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  Source  of  light.    Beddome 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come !    Hart. 

Come,  Jesus,  come !  return  again.    Heber. 

Come,  kingdom  of  our  God.    Johns. 

Come,  let  us  who  in  Christ  believe. 

Come,  now,  ye  wanderers,  to  your  God.     Wesley 

Come,  0  Creator  Spirit  blest !    Lyra  Cath. 

Come,  0  thou  universal  good ! 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice.    Barbauld. 

Come  the  rich,  and  come  the  poor.    Bowring. 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King 

Come,  thou  long-expected  Saviour.    Madari's  Col. 
Come,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit.    Jay. 
Come  to  the  house  of  prayer.    E.  Taylor.    . 

Come  to  the  morning  prayer 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish.    Moore 
Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy.    Methodist  Col.  . 
Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come.    Alford.   . 
Could  we  but  hear  all  nature's  voice.     Sterling. 
Cross,  reproach,  and  tribulation.    Moravian. 

Dark  the  faith  of  days  of  yore.     Coleridge  alVd.  . 
Dark  was  the  night,  and  cold  the  ground.    Haweis. 
Daughter  of  sadness,  from  the  dust.    Montg.    . 
Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness. 
Day  by  day  the  manna  fell.     Conder. 
Dear  as  thou  wast,  and  justly  dear.    Dale. 
Dear,  beauteous  Death,  the  jewel  of  the  just !     Vaughan. 
Dear  Lord,  may  this  communion  prove.    Lyra  Cath. 
Dear  Lord,  no  other  prayer  I  form.    Lyra  Cath. 
Dear  Lord,  prepare  our  souls  and  train.    Lyra  Cath. 
Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone.    Bryant.  . 


514 
731 
273 
836 
293 
262 
291 
347 
335 
303 
519 
510 
547 
339 
288 
280 
17 
43 
240 
59 
27 
581 
703 
556 
444 
156 
321 

849 
257 
452 
535 
678 
778 
589 
390 
0 
48 
709 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 


1.  > 


Deepen  the  wound  thy  hands  have  made.     C.  Wesley. 

fend  the  poor  and  desolate.    Milton 

Depart  awhile,  each  thought  of  care.    Lyra  Cath. 

Down  the  dark  future,  through  long  generations.    Longfellow 


Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven.    Uillhouse. 
Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair.     Germ.  tr.  Cox. 
Eat,  drink,  in  memory  of  your  Friend.    Dublin  Col. 
Ere  mountains  reared  their  forms  sublime.    Sp.  of  Ps 
Eternal  and  immortal  King.    Doddridge. 
Eternal  God,  Almighty  cause.    Browne. 
Eternal  Source  of  life  and  light.     Cappers  Sel. 
Eternal  "Wisdom,  thee  we  praise.     Watts.    . 
Eternity!  Eternity!     Germ.  tr.  C.  F.  Coxe. 
Everlasting !  changing  never !     T.  H.  Gill. 
Every  bird  that  upward  springs.    Neale. 
Every  day  hath  toil  and  trouble.    Bailey.    . 
Every  human  tie  may  perish.     Kelley. 


Faith  of  our  fathers !  living  still.    Lyra  Cath. 
Fare  thee  well,  thou  fondly  cherished.    Moir  alfd. 
Farewell !  what  power  of  words  can  tell  ?    Fergus. 
Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating.    J.  Taylor.  . 
Far  from  these  scenes  of  night.    Mrs.  Steele. 
Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord !  I  flee.     Cowper.  . 
Father,  adored  in  worlds  above.    Pope's  Col. 
Father,  bless  thy  word  to  all.    Kelly. 
Father  divine,  this  deadening  power  control.     Tuckerman 
Father,  glory  be  to  thee.     Gaskell.    .... 
Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life.     S.  School  Gazette.     , 
Father,  I  know  thy  ways  are  just.    Percy  Chap.  Col, 
Father,  my  lifted  eye.     Wesleyan.        .        .        . 
Father  of  all,  in  every  age.    Pope.    .... 
Father  of  light,  conduct  my  feet.    Smart.   . 
Father  of  lights,  by  whom  each  day.     Vesper  Serv. 
Father  of  lights,  we  sing  thy  name.    Doddridge. 
Father  of  me  and  all  mankind.     Wesleyan. 
Father  of  mercies !  God  of  love !    Heginbotham.  . 
Father  of  mercies !  in  thy  word.     Mrs.  Steele. 

b 


XI 

557 
475 

228 
498 

154 
284 
398 
132 
663 
102 
119 
131 
789 
837 
325 
751 
141 

455 
766 
784 

31 
824 
570 

25 

57 
595 

55 
603 
680 
627 

9S 
171 
422 
194 

22 

95 
219 


Xll 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES 


Very, 


Father  of  mercies!  send  thy  grace.    Doddri 

Father,  0,  hear  me  now!     Ann  IF.  Hall. 

Father,  on  me  the  grace  bestow.     Wesleyan. 

Father,  source  of  every  blessing.    F.pisc  OoL  . 

Father,  there  is  no  change  to  live  with  thee. 

Father,  they  who  thee  receive.     Wesleyan. 

Father,  thy  paternal  care.    Boicring.  . 

Father,  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done ! 

Father,  to  us,  thy  children,  humbly  kneeling.    J. 

Father,  united  by  thy  grace.    Methodist  Col.    . 

Father,  we  know  no  sun  but  thee!    Lyra  Oath. 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss.    3frs.  Steele. 

Father,  when  in  dust  to  thee.    Spiritual  Songs.   . 

Father,  who  in  the  olive  shade.    Hemans. 

Feeble,  helpless,  how  shall  I.    Furness. 

Flung  to  the  heedless  winds.    Luther. 

For  all  thy  gifts  we  praise  thee,  Lord.    J.  F.  Clarke 

For  ever  with  the  Lord.    Montg. 

Forgive  us  for  thy  mercy's  sake.     Wesleyan. 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky.    Heber. 

Forth  to  the  land  of  promise  bound.    Alford. 

For  thy  dear  mercy's  sake,  0  Lord.    Lyra  Cath. 

Friend  after  friend  departs.    Montg.    . 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies.     Watts.   . 

From  foes  that  would  the  land  devour.    Heber.  . 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains.    Heber. 

From  profoundest  depths  of  tribulation.    BurL  igh 

From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit.    Bowring. 

From  the  table  now  retiring.    Exeter  Col.   . 

Full  of  mercy,  full  of  love.    Bp.  Taylor. 


Gently,  Lord,  0,  gently  lead  us. 
Gethsemane  can  I  forget?    Montg.  . 
Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise.     Watts. 
(jive  to  the  winds  thy  fears.     Moravian. 
Give  us  ourselves  and  thee  to  know.     Wesleyan. 
Glorious  in  thy  saints  appear.     Salisb.  Col. 
Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken.    J.  Newtom. 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high!     J.  Taylor. 


Clarke. 


493 
689 
628 
140 
613 
626 
139 
656 

41 
511 
407 
642 
153 
315 
309 
804 
443 
816 
150 

30 
761 

47 
792 

53 
447 
538 
843 

46 
368 
476 

707 

388 

791 

646 

564 

64 

69 

12 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 


XI 11 


Glory  of  thy  Father's  face !     Alford.  . 
Glory  to  God !  whose  witness-train.    Moravian. 
Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night.    Kenn.  . 
Glory  to  thee,  whose  powerful  word.     C.  Wesley. 

God  bless  our  native  land ! 

God  comes,  with  succor  speedy.    Montg. 
God,  in  the  Gospel  of  his  Son.     Watts. 
God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place.    Montg. 
God  is  a  spirit  just  and  wise.     Watts. 
God  is  love ;  his  mercy  brightens.    Boioring.   . 

God  is  my  strong  salvation.    Montg 

God  is  our  refuge  and  defence.    Luther 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way.     Cowper. 

God,  named  Love,  whose  fount  thou  art.    Mrs.  Browning. 

God  of  eternity !  from  thee.    Doddridge. 

God  of  mercy,  do  thou  never.    Pierpont. 

God  of  the  changing  year,  whose  arm  of  power.    E.  Taylo\ 

God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice.     Watts.   . 

God  of  the  mountain,  God  of  the  storm. 

God  of  the  rolling  orbs  above.     W.  B.  0.  Peabody. 

God  of  the  rolling  year !  to  thee. 

God  shall  bless  thy  going  out.     Wesley.   . 

God's  law  demands  one  living  faith.     C.  A.  Briggs 

God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven.    Beber.    . 

God,  to  correct  a  guilty  world.    Jervis. 

God,  who  is  just  and  kind.    Patrick. 

God  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole.     Watts 

Gone  are  those  great  and  good.    Pierpont. 

Gone  is  the  hollow,  murky  night.    Breviary. 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane.    Montg. 

Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime.     Montg 

Go  to  thy  rest,  fair  child !  .... 

Gracious  Spirit !  Love  divine !    StocJcer. 

Great  Former  of  this  various  frame !    Doddridge. 

Great  Framer  of  unnumbered  worlds !    Dyer.     . 

Great  God !  in  vain  man's  narrow  view.    Kippis. 

Great  God !  my  Father  and  my  Friend.    Exeter  Col. 

Great  God !  the  followers  of  thy  Son.    II.  Ware. 

Great  God !  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand.    Doddridge. 


375 
800 
424 
679 
4G3 
521 
215 
129 

49 
137 
653 
166 
661 
372 
754 
434 
433 
403 
868 
186 
437 

74 
737 
426 
867 
158 
123 
460 
522 
270 
776 
764 
340 
124 
451 
111 
630 

42 
440 


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Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame.    Doddridge.    . 
Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah.     Oliver. 

Had  I,  dear  Lord,  no  pleasure  found.    Lyra  Cath.    . 
Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews.     Walls. 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 

Hark,  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes.    Doddridge. 
Hark!  what  mean  those  holy  voices.     Cavoood. 
I  last  thou,  'midst  life's  empty  noises.     Whittier. 
Hast  thou  wasted  all  the  powers.    J.  F.  Clarice. 
Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burned.    Bulfinch. 
Hath  the  immortal  spirit  freedom.    Mackay.    . 
Have  mercy  on  me,  0  my  God!     Montg.     . 

Head  of  the  Church  triumphant 

Health  of  the  weak,  to  make  them  strong !     Lyra  Cath. 
Hear,  Father,  hear  our  prayer!         .... 
Hear  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken.     Cowper. 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  sea  and  air.     Germ.  tr.  Cox. 
Heaven  is  a  place  of  rest  from  sin.    Montg. 
Heavenly  Father,  gracious  name !    Doddridge. 
Heavenly  Father,  to  whose  eye.     Conder.    . 

Heralds  of  creation !  cry.    Montg 

Here  holy  thoughts  a  light  have  shed. 
Here,  in  the  broken  bread.    Furness. 

He  sendeth  sun,  he  sendeth  shower 

He  that  is  down  need  fear  no  fall.    Bunyan.    . 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God !     Watts. 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord !     Salisb.  Col. 

Holy  Spirit!  Lord  of  light!    Lyra  Cath. 

Hope,  though  slow  she  be,  and  late.    Beaumont. 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine.    A.  C.  Coxc. 

How  blest  is  man,  0  God !     Cowper. 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies !    Barbauld. 

How  blest  thy  creahire  is,  0  God !     Cowper.    . 

How  cheering  the  thought,  that  the  spirits  in  bliss.    Cunningham  alt 

How  glorious  is  the  hour.    Bulfinch. 

How  good  and  pleasant  is  the  sight.    Ancient  Bfymns. 

How  happy  are  the  new-boni  race.    Mde.  Gruyon.    . 

How  happy  is  he  born  or  taught.    Sir  H.  Wotton. 


d. 


127 
161 

575 
474 
308 
243 
230 
729 
545 
330 
588 
445 
305 
338 
860 
523 
189 
822 
418 
676 
108 
45 
384 
691 
632 
118 
112 
341 
650 
295 
563 
770 
278 
794 
566 
501 
616 
734 


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XV 


How  high  Thou  art!  our  songs  can  own.    3frs.  Browning. 
How  long  shall  dreams  of  earthly  bliss.    Doddridge. 
How,  Lord,  shall  vows  of  ours  be  sweet  ?     T.  H.  Gill. 
How  often,  as  we  beat  along.    Alien  C  Spooner. 

How  perfect  is  thy  word.     Watts 

How  rich  the  blessings,  0  my  God.    J.  Roscoe.    . 

How  shall  I  know  thee  in  the  sphere  which  keeps.    Bryant. 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts.     Watts. 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  Gospel's  sound.    Bowing. 

How  swift,  alas !  the  moments  fly.    J.  Q.  Adams. 

Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar.    Johns. 


I  ask  not  now  for  gold  to  gild.     Whiitier. 

I  cannot  always  trace  the  way 

I  cannot  call  affliction  sweet.    Montg. 

If  all  our  hopes  and  all  our  fears.    Bowing. 

I  feel  within  a  want.    Furness.         .... 

If  human  kindness  meets  return.    Noel. 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives 

I  love  my  God,  but  with  no  love  of  mine.    Mde.  Gwjon 
I  may  not  scorn  the  meanest  thing.    Niclwl.    . 
Imposture  shrinks  from  light.    Scott.  . 
In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee.     Watts. 
In  Israel's  fane,  by  silent  night.     Caivood.    . 
In  lowliest  confidence  wc  wait.    Merivale. 
In  mercy,  Lord,  remember  me.    Moravian. 
In  pleasant  lands  have  fallen  the  lines.    Flint. 
In  the  broad  fields  of  heaven.        .  «     . 
In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory.    Bowring. 
In  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars.    Htber. 
In  thy  name,  0  Lord,  assembling.    Kelley. 
Into  the  Silent  Land !     Von  Salis,  tr.  Longfellow 
I  sing  of  God,  the  mighty  source.    Smart. 
I  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God.     Watts.     . 
Is  it  not  strange,  the  darkest  hour.    Keble  alVd, 
Is  there  a  lone  and  dreary  hour.    Mrs.  Gilman. 
Is  this  a  fast  for  me  ?    Drummond.   . 
It  is  the  one  true  light.    E.  Taylor. 
I  want  a  principle  within.     C.  Wesley. 

b* 


144 

555 

1 

848 
207 
648 
858 
711 
268 
760 
407 

690 
686 
660 
644 
587 
385 
310 
100 
484 
218 
133 
714 
168 
416 
458 
763 
318 
866 
16 
838 
122 
205 
321 
700 
449 
214 
623 


XVI 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 


I  want  :i  true  regard.     Wesleyan 

I  want  the  spirit  of  power -within.     C.  Wesley.     . 

I  worship  thee,  sweet  Will  of  God!     Lyra  Calk. 

I  would  not  live  alway;  I  ask  not  to  stay.    Episcopal  CoL 


Jehovah  God !  thy  gracious  power,     Thomson. 

Jerusalem !  my  happy  home !     Chr.  Psalmist. 

Jesus,  and  can  it  ever  be.     Gregg. 

Jesus  has  lived!  and  we  would  bring.    II'.  1L  Alger 

Jesus,  I  fain  would  find.     Wesleyan. 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken.    Lyra  Cath. 

Jesus  fives !  no  longer  now.     Germ.  tr.  Cox.    . 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul.     Wesleyan.     . 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun.     Watte. 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee.     St.  Bernard.    . 

Jesus,  thine  all-victorious  love.     Wesley. 

Jesus,  thou  source  of  calm  repose.      Uncicfcs  Col. 

Jesus,  we  look  to  thee.     Wesleyan.  . 

Jesus,  we  thy  promise  claim.     Wesley. 

Jews  were  wrought  to  cruel  madness.     W.  J.  Fox. 

John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord.     Walts. 

Join  us,  in  one  spirit  join.    Metliodist  CoL 


Keep  silence,  all  created  things.  Watts. 
King  of  mercy,  King  of  love.  Vaughan. 
Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation.     Grant. 

Laborers  of  Christ,  arise.    Mrs.  Sigourney. 

Lamp  of  our  feet !  whereby  we  trace.    Barton.  . 

Lamp  of  our  feet !  whose  hallowed  beam. 

Leader  of  Israel's  host,  and  guide.     Wesleyan.     . 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join.     Watts. 

Let  Ilim,  to  whom  we  now  belong.    Metliodist  Col. 

Let  me  not,  thou  King  eternal.    UiMcbert,  tr.  Brooks 

Let  one  loud  song  of  praise  arise.    Jioscoe.  . 

Let  plenteous  grace  descend  on  those.    J.  Neioton 

u  Let  there  be  fight. !  "  —  When  from  on  hi^h. 

Let  us  for  each  other  care.    Methodist  Col. 

Let  us  join,  as  God  commands.     Methodist. 


176 
344 

692 
828 

121 

825 
282 
869 
301 
285 
266 
267 
530 
289 
283 
275 
366 
389 
795 
237 
513 

101 

591 
607 

741 

220 
212 
170 
213 
625 
831 
116 
382 
37 
512 
503 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES 

Let  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind.     Milton.    . 

Life  is  onward,  —  use  it.    Dial.    .... 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord.     Watts  aWd. 

Lift  aloud  the  voice  of  praise.    E.  Peabody. 

Lift  not  thou  the  wailing  voice.    Heber.   . 

Lift  up  your  hearts !    Yes,  I  will  lift.    Lyra  Cath. 

Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high.    II.  Ware. 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire !     Wesleyan. 

Light  of  the  soul,  0  Saviour  blest !    Lyra  Cath. 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling.     Tqplacly. 

Like  Israel's  host  to  exile  driven.    II.  Ware.    . 

Like  morning,  when  her  early  breeze.    Moore.    . 

Like  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain.    J.  Taylor. 

Lo,  God  is  here !     Let  us  adore.     Salisb.  Col. 

Long  as  the  darkening  cloud  abode.    Richards. 

Long  have  I  seemed  to  serve  thee,  Lord.    Methodist  Col 

Long  plunged  in  sorrow,  I  resign.    Mde.  Guyon. 

Loosed  from  my  God,  and  far  removed.    Moravian 

Lord,  before  thy  presence  come.    J.  Taylor.    . 

Lord,  deliver ;  thou  canst  save.    Mrs.  Follen. 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing.     Tojolady's  Col. 

Lord,  from  thy  blessed  throne.    Nichol. 

Lord,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow.     C.  Wesley. 

Lord,  have  mercy  when  we  pray.    Milman. 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains.     Wesleyan. 

Lord,  I  believe ;  thy  power  I  own.     Wreford. 

Lord,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart.    Madan's  Col. 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear.     Watts. 

Lord,  in  this  sacred  hour.     Bulfineh. 

Lord,  in  thy  garden  agony 

Lord,  it  is  not  life  to  live.     Toploty. 

Lord  Jesus, .  come !  for  here.    Miss  Martineau  alfd. 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went.     Crosswell. 

Lord,  may  the  spirit  of  this  feast. 

Lord  of  eternal  truth  and  might.    Lyra  Cath.  . 

Lord  of  nature,  Source  of  light.     Calamy.    . 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace.     Chr.  Psalmist. 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above.     Watts. 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright.     Montg. 


XV11 

113 

.     839 

749 
.     356 

786 
.    117 

265 
.      23 

392 
.     345 

459 
.     343 

755 
.       26 

279 
.     546 

6G6 

.     548 

10 

.     492 

54 

.     497 

494 

.     559 

87 

.     673 

641 

4 

33 

.     255 

71 

.     483 

477 
.     400 

411 

.       58 

72 

.       29 

577 


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Lord,  that  I  may  learn  of  thee.     Methodist  Col. 
Lord,  thou  art  good:  all  nature  shows.    Browne. 
Lord,  thou  didst  arise  and  say.     MUman. 
Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through.     Watts 
Lord,  thou  wouldst  have  us  like  to  thee.     T.  II.  Gill. 
Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven.    Ancient  Hymns. 
Lord,  we  sit  and  cry  to  thee.    Mdman.    . 
Lord,  what  offering  shall  wc  bring.    J.  Taylor.   . 
Lord,  when  thine  ancient  people  cried.     C.  Sewall.  . 
Lord,  whom  winds  and  seas  obey.     C.  Wesley.     . 
Lord,  with  fervor  I  would  praise  thee.    Episc.  Col.  . 
Lo !  the  day  of  rest  declineth.     C  Robbins. 
Lo !  the  seal  of  death  is  breaking.    Miss.  Mag. 
Love  divine,  all  love  excelling.     Wesleyan.  . 
Lo !  when  the  Spirit  of  our  God.    Keble. 
Lowly  and  solemn  be.    ITemans 


Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love.     Trench. 
Man's  life  is  the  holy  land.     G.  Dawson.  . 
Mark  the  soft-falling  snow.    Doddridge. 
May  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour.    Newton. 

Meek  and  lowly,  pure  and  holy 

Meek  hearts  are  by  sweet  manna  fed. 
Men  of  thought !  be  up,  and  stirring.    Machay.   . 
Men,  whose  boast  it  is,  that  ye.    J.  12.  Lowell. 
Mere  human  powers  shall  fast  decay.    Scotch  Paraph 
Messiah  Lord,  who,  wont  to  dwell.    Ileber. 
Mighty  One,  before  whose  face.    Bryant.     . 
Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  heaven.     Watts. 
Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb.     Colly er. 

Mortal,  the  angels  say 

My  country,  't  is  of  thee.    S.  F.  Sinith. 
My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord.     Watts. 
My  faith  looks  up  to  thee.    Hay  Palmer. 
My  Father  bids  me  come.     Wesley  alVd.  . 
My  feet  are  worn  and  weary  with  the  march. 
My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day.    Lyra  Cath. 
My  God,  all  nature  owns  thy  sway.    Miss  Williams 
My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love.     Watts. 


635 
138 
453 
125 

594 
106 
593 

35 
499 
841 
645 

61 
820 

28 
328 
780 

471 

728 
216 

51 
861 
573 
850 
496 
617 
249 

65 
677 

92 
798 
456 
269 
313 
551 
856 
391 
202 

52 


INDEX    TO     FIRST    LINES. 


XIX 


My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art.    Lyra  Cath. 

My  God,  I  now  appear  heforc  thee.     Germ.  tr.  Jiftss  Cox. 

My  God,  I  thank  thee!  may  no  thought.    Norton.     . 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray. 

My  God,  my  Majesty  divine !     T.  H.  Gill. 

My  God,  my  strength,  my  hope.     Wesleyan. 

My  God,  thy  boundless  love  I  praise.    H.  Moore.     . 

My  heart  lies  dead ;  and  no  increase.    Herbert.    . 

My  Helper,  God !  I  bless  thy  name !    Doddridge. 

My  soul  before  thee  prostrate  lies.    Richter. 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guai-d.     Heath 

My  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  for  God  ?    Lyra  Cath. 
My  spirit  longeth  for  Thee.    Lyra  Cath.    . 


Nature  with  eternal  youth.     Water ston. 

Nay,  tell  us  not  of  dangers  dire.    Lamar. 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee.     S.  F.  Adams. 

New  born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour.    Hawkesioorth. 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard.     Watts.   . 

Not  in  vain  I  poured  my  supplication.    Burleigh. 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord.     Watts. 

Now  doth  the  sun  ascend  the  sky.    Lyra  Cath. 

Now  gird  your  patient  loins  again.     Crosswell. 

Now,  host  with  host  assembling.    E.  II.  Chapin. 

Now  may  he  who  from  the  dead.     Cowper. 

Now  morning  lifts  her  dewy  veil.    Breviary. 

Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart !     Doddridge.     . 

Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright.    Ambrose. 

Now  to  Heaven  our  prayei's  ascending. 

Now,  when  the  dusky  shades  of  night,  retreating. 

Now  with  creation's  early  song.    Lyra  Cath. 


0,  arm  me  with  the  mind.     Wesleyan. 
0  backward-looking  son  of  time !     Whittier. 
0,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul !     Watts  alfd. 
0  blest  Creator  of  the  light.    Lyra  Cath. 
0,  bow  thine  ear,  Eternal  One !     Pierpont. 
0,  cease,  my  wandering  soul.    Episc.  Col.    . 
0,  come,  and  dwell  in  me.     C  Wesley. 


96 
9 

681 
.    687 

167 
.     722 

142 
.     331 

162 
.     562 

720 
.     643 

292 

.     185 

470 
.     600 

414 
.     811 

844 
.     298 

408 
.     227 

472 

.      77 

2 

.    381 

3 

.     871 

404 
.     405 


639 
835 

94 
423 

19 
281 
337 


XX 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 


O,  come  not  with  thy  tears  alone.    Breviary.   . 
0,  could  we  speak  the  matchless  worth,     Medley. 
0  day  to  which  the  seas  and  sky.     Lyra  Cath. 
0,  draw  me,  Father,  after  thee.    Moravian. 
O'er  mountain  tops,  the  mount  of  God. 
O'er  silent  field  and  lonely  lawn.     Goethe.    . 
O'er  the  dark  wave  of  Galilee.    Eusscl. 
O'er  the  gloomy  lulls  of  darkness.    P.  Williams. 
0  fairest-horn  of  Love  and  Light.     Wdtlier.    . 
0  Father,  full  of  truth  and  grace.     Wesleyan. 
0  Father,  though  the  anxious  fear.    Barbauld. 
Of  old,  0  God,  thine  own  right  hand.     Montg. 
0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God.     Coicper.    . 
O  for  that  tenderness  of  heart.     C.  Wesley. 
0  gift  of  gifts !  0  grace  of  faith !     Lyra  Cath.  . 
0  God,  accept  the  sacred  hour.    S.  Gilman. 

0  God,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand 

0  God,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given.    Htber. 

0  God  of  freedom !  hear  us  pray.     Mrs.  Chapman. 

0  God,  the  Lord  of  place  and  time.    Breviary.    . 

0  God,  thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all.     Wesley.     . 

0  God,  thy  children  gathered  here. 

0  God,  we  px-aise  thee,  and  confess.    Patrick. 

0  God,  whose  dread  and  dazzling  brow.    Bryant. 

O  God,  whose  presence  glows  in  all.    FroSdngham. 

0  God,  whose  thunder  shakes  the  sky.     Chatterton. 

0,  guard  our  shores  from  every  foe.     Wreford. 

0  hallowed  memories  of  the  past.    S.  F.  Adams. 

0,  help  us,  Lord !  each  hour  of  need.    Milman. 

0,  here,  if  ever,  God  of  love.    E.  Taylor. 

0  holy  Father,  just  and  true.     Whittier. 

0  human  heart !  thou  hast  a  song.    S.  F.  Adams. 

0,  hush,  great  God !  the  sounds  of  war.     Gaskell.    . 

0  Israel,  to  thy  tents  repair.    Kelley.   . 

0  Jesus,  Lord  of  all  below.    St.  Bernard. 

0,  joy!  to  feel  our  Saviour's  love.    Lyra  Cath.  . 

0,  lead  me  to  the  Rock.     Watts. 

0  Lord,  encouraged  by  thy  grace.    Steele.  . 

0  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil.     Coicper.  . 


460 
274 
229 

597 
481 
429 
251 
531 
466 
550 

32 
454 
624 
558 
136 
369 
435 

60 
491 
164 
579 
355 
114 

40 

18 
785 
457 
829 
173 
387 
435 
618 
469 
735 
290 
380 
177 
365 
683 


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XXI 


0  Lord  of  lite,  and  truth,  and  grace.     Frolhinf/lmni.    . 

0  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart.     Oberlin. 

0  Love  Divine !  lay  on  me  burdens,  if  thou  wilt.    F.  D, 

0  lovely  Voices  of  the  sky.    Ikmans. 

0  Love,  of  pure  and  heavenly  hirth!     Mde.  Guyon. 

0  Love !  0  true  and  fadeless  light !     Breviary.    . 

On  earth  was  darkness  spread. 

One  prayer  I  have,  all  prayers  in  one.    Montg.    . 

One  thing  first  and  oidy  knowing.     Germ.  tr.  Cox. 

0,  not  alone  with  outward  sign.     Whittier. 

0,  not  for  these  alone  I  pray.    E.  Taylor. 

0,  not  when  the  death-prayer  is  said.     Wilson.     . 

On  the  dewy  breath  of  even.     Martineau's  Col. 

On  the  first  Christian  Sabbath  eve.    Montg. 

On  the  mountain's  top  appeai-ing.    Kelley. 

On  the  night  of  that  last  supper.    Breviary. 

On  thy  Church,  0  Power  Divine.     Sp.  of  Ps. 

Onward  speed  thy  conquering  flight.     S.  F.  Smith. 

Open,  Lord,  my  inward  ear.     Wesleyan.  . 

Oppression  shall  not  always  reign.    H.  Ware. 

0  pure  Keformers !  not  in  vain.     Whittier. 

0  sacred  Head,  now  wounded.     Germ. 

0,  say  not,  think  not,  heavenly  notes.    Keble. 

0,  see  how  Jesus  trusts  himself.    Lyra  Cath. 

0  Source  of  uncreated  light !     Dryden.     . 

0,  speed  thee,  Christiau,  on  thy  way.  . 

0  spirit  of  the  living  God.    Episc.  Col. 

0  that  my  heart  was  right  with  thee.     Toplady.  . 

0  the  hour  when  this  material.     Conder. 

0  Thou,  at  whose  dread  name  we  bend.     C.  Sj)rague. 

0  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows.     T.  Humphreys. 

0  thou  great  Friend  to  all  the  sons  of  men.     T.  ParTcer. 

0  thou  great  Spirit !  who  along.    Martineau's  Col. 

O  thou  holy  God !  come  down.    Methodist  Col.   . 

0  Thou,  in  whose  eternal  name.    F.  D.  Huntington. 

0  Thou,  that  once  on  Horeb  stood.     F.  D.  Huntington. 

0  Thou,  to  whom,  in  ancient  time.    Pierponi. 

0  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight.    Moravian. 

0  Thou  true  life  of  all  that  live.     Lyra  Cath.  . 


Huntinglo 


78 
601 

870 
223 
590 
609 
264 
682 
568 

86 
370 
777 
430 
517 
532 
376 
533 
525 
329 
480 
468 
395 
713 
287 
350 
742 
527 
598 
817 
461 
182 
296 

76 
431 
357 
187 

15 
174 
421 


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INDEX    TO     FIRST    LINES. 


Dr 


0  Thou,  -who  art  above  all  height.    PierponL 
0  Thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear.     Moore. 
0  Thou,  avIio  hast  at  thy  command.    Mrs.  Colic  rill 

O  Thou  who  hearest  prayer 

0  Thou,  whom  neither  time  nor  space.    Ikber.  . 

0  Thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands.    Bryant.    . 

0  Thou,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  presides. 

O  Thou,  whose  presence  went  before.     Whitticr.     . 

O,  timely  happy,  timely  wise.    Ktble. 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed.    Sp.  q/Ps.    . 

Our  children  thou  dost  claim.     Salisb.  Col 

Our  fathers,  where  are  they.    Doddridge. 

Our  God!  our  God!  thou  shinest  here.     T.  U.  Gill. 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past.     Watts. 

Our  hearts,  by  dying  love  subdued.    Ii.  Palmer. 

Our  heaven  is  everywhere.     Miss  Fletcher. 

Our  Heavenly  Father  calls.    Doddridge. 

Our  Heavenly  Father,  hear.    Monty. 

0,  what  is  man,  great  Maker  of  mankind.     Sir  J.  Davies 

0,  when  the  hours  of  life  are  past.     W.  B.  0.  Peabody 

0,  when  the  tide  of  graces  set.    Lyra  Cath. 

0,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now.    A.  C  Coxe. 

0,  where  shall  rest  be  found.    Montg. 

O,  why  should  friendship  grieve  for  those. 

0,  wondrous  depth  of  grace  divine 


Johnson. 


Partners  of  a  glorious  hope.     Wesleyan. 
Feace,  troubled  soul !  whose  plaintive  moan.   . 

People  of  the  living  God.    Montg 

Pilgrim,  burdened  with  thy  sin.     Crabbe. 

Pity  the  nations,  0  our  God.    Lutheran  Col. 

Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  Vine.     S.  F.  Smith. 

Pour,  blessed  Gospel,  glorious  news  for  man.    Ashicorth. 

Praise  the  Lord !  ye  heavens,  adore  him.    Dublin  Col. 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise.    Barbauld. 

I'raise  to  the  Lord  of  boundless  might.    Doddridge. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  immortal  choir-.      11  ratti. 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire.    J\r<>>t/g. 

Prayer  is  the  spirit  of  oar  God.     BeddomeaWd.  . 


852 
704 
621 
GOG 
99 
81 
38 
465 
402 
346 
362 
790 
726 
756 
399 
622 
50S 
509 
736 
814 
541 
520 
813 
803 
56 

396 
701 
:J74 
302 
537 
393 
529 
203 
201 
97 
192 
571 


576 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES 

Prayer  is  to  God  the  soul's  sure  way.     Wesley. 
Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw.     Coirper 


Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart.    NaoUm. 


Restore,  0  Father,  to  our  times  restore.    Beard's  Col. 

Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest.    Monig.  . 

Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return.     Colbjer.  .     * 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty,     Mdman. 

Rise,  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise.    Pope 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings. 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me.     Toplady. 


Safely  through  another  week.     Chr.  Psalmist.     . 

Saviour  and  dearest  friend 

Saviour,  now  receive  him.    Iltmnns  alt'd.    . 
Saviour  of  the  sin-sick  soul.     Wesleyan.  . 
Saviour,  source  of  everv  blessinsr. 

v.ot  the  law  divine.    Barton  alt'd. 
Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed.    London  Inq 
Searcher  ofhearts,  before  thy  face.    Doddridge. 
S  archer  of  hearts,  to  thee  are  known.     Montg.  . 
See,  from  on  high,  a  light  divine.    Exeter  Col. 
"  See  how  he  loved !  "  exclaimed  the  Jews.    Bache 
See  Israel's  Shepherd  stand.     Watts. 
Self-love  no  grace  in  sorrow  sees.     Mde.  Guyon. 
Servant  of  God,  well  done !     Montg. 
ohe  loved  her  Saviour,  and  to  him.     Chr.  Mirror. 

Shepherd  of  tender  youth 

Shine  forth,  Eternal  Source  of  light !     Doddridge. 
Show  pity,  Lord !  0  Lord,  forgive.     Wails. 
Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand.     Montg.     . 
Sinners,  turn !  why  will  ye  die  ?    Methodist  Col. 
Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely.     S.  F.  Smith. 
Sleep,  sleep  to-day,  tormenting  cares.    Barbauld. 
Slowly,  by  God's  hand  unfurled.    Furness. 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise.     C.  Wesley.    . 
So  let  our  lips  and  lwres  express.     Watts. 

c 


XX111 

572 
.     •' . 

66* 

536 
24 
544 
252 
524 

311 

14 
307 
767 
300 
312 
34S 
747 
151 
126 
248 
294 
361 
323 
781 
617 
715 
115 
149 

13 
554 
771 

86 
428 
«7 
725 
721 


XXIV 


fDEX    TO     FIRST    LINK?. 


Some*-*'110*  a  liglit  surprises.     Coirjier. 

Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far 

Sons  of  renowned  sires !     John  D 

Soon  'will  our  fleeting  hours  be  past.     KSppis. 

Soul,  couldst  thou  -while  on  earth  remaining.     Tersteege 

Source  of  light  and  life  divine.     St.  Gregory.   . 

Sovereign  and  transforming  Grace.    F.  II.  Hedge. 

Sovereign  of  worlds !  display  thy  power. 

Sow  in  the  mom  thy  seed.     Montg. 

Speak  gently,  —  it  is  better  far 

Spirit  of  Charity !  dispense.     MJe.  Guyon. 

Spirit  of  God,  immortal  Love !     Tennyson. 

Spirit  of  God !  thy  churches  wait.     S.  F.  Smith. 

Spring  up,  my  soul,  with  ardent  flight.    Doddridge. 

Still,  0  Lord,  our  faith  increase.     Wcsleyan. 

Still,  still  with  Thee,  when  purple  morning  breaketh.    Mi 

Sweet  day,  so  cool,  sc  calm,  so  bright.    Herbert  alVd. 

Sweet  is  the  pleasure.    J.  S.  Divight. 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing.    Lyra  Cath. 

Swift  years,  but  teach  me  how  to  bear.     Chr.  Exam. 

Take  my  heart,  0  Father,  take  it.     W.  Boston  Col. 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King.     Chr.  Psalmist.    . 

Teach  me,  0,  teach  me,  Lord,  thy  way.    Merrick. 

Tell  me  not,  in  mournful  numbers.     Longfellow. 

That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day.     Sir  TV.  Scott. 

That  stream  of  Truth —  a  silver  thread.    J.  Richai-tkon. 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high.     Couper. 

The  bird  let  loose  in  Eastern  skies.     Moore. 

The  bird  that  soars  on  highest  wing.     Montg. 

The  breaking  waves  dashed  high.     Hemans. 

The  Christian  warrior,  see  him  stand.    Montg. 

The  darkened  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers.     Doddridge.  . 

The  dawn  is  sprinkling  in  the  east.    Lyra  Cath. 

The  day  approacheth,  0  my  soul.    Doddridge.    . 

The  dead  are  like  the  stars  by  day.    Barton.   . 

The  energies  too  stern  for  mirth.    Lord  Morpeth. 

The  fiery  steed  and  flaming  car.    Judkins. 

The  fountain  in  its  source,     tide.  Gmfon.     .        .        . . 


//.  B.  Stowc. 


649 

242 

855 
C2 
037 
419 
8 
539 
719 
G40 
478 
G65 
342 
584 
394 
840 
188 
853 
314 
757 

Oil 

029 
209 
730 
787 
500 
183 
583 
633 
404 
743 
G74 
410 
804 
79G 
698 
271 
5S5 


INDEX    TO     FIRST    LINES. 


XXV 


The  future  hides  in  it.     Goethe  tr.  Carlyle. 

The  glories  of  our  birth  and  state.    Shirley  alfd. 

The  God  of  glory  walks  his  round.    Heber. 

The  God  of  harvest  praise.    Montg 

The  God  who  reigns  alone.    Drummond. 
The  great  Apostle,  called  by  grace.    Alford. 
The  green  earth  sends  its  incense  up.     Whittier. 
The  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain.    Drennan. 
The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord.     Watts. 
The  kings  of  old  have  shrine  and  tomb.    Jlemans. 

The  law  by  Moses  came.     Watts 

The  laws  of  Christian  light.    E.  Davis. 

The  Lord  descended  from  above.    Sternhold.    . 

The  Lord  gave  the  word,  't  was  the  word  of  his  truth. 

The  Lord,  — how  tender  is  his  love !    Darwin. 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare.    Addison.    . 

The  Lord  my  shepherd  is.     Watts. 

The  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might.    II.  K.  White 

The  Lord  receives  hi3  highest  praise.     Cowper. 

The  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall  quake.    Heber.    . 

The  morning  dawns  upon  the  place.    Montg.  . 

The  mourners  came,  at  break  of  day.    S.  F.  Adams. 

The  offerings  to  thy  throne  which  rise.    Bowring.    . 

The  patriarch's  dove,  on  weary  wing.    Frothinghani. 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod.    iV.  P.  Willis.     . 

The  praying  spirit  breathe.    Methodist  Col. 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined.     Chr.  Psalmist. 

There  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read.    Keble. 

There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep.    Montg.  . 

There  is  a  glorious  world  on  high.    Mrs.  Steele. 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight.     Watts.  . 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest.     W.  B.  Tqppan. 

There  is  a  state,  unknown,  unseen.    J.  Taylor. 

There  is  a  world,  and,  0,  how  blest !    . 

The  sage  his  cup  of  hemlock  quaffed.     W.  J.  Fox. 

The  saints  on  earth  and  those  above.     C.  Wesley. 

The  Saviour  gently  calls.    Doddridge. 

The  Saviour, — what  a  noble  flame.     Cowper. 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high.     Addison. 


Frothinghani 


854 
753 
750 
432 
120 
793 
193 
70 
208 
799 
299 
479 
103 
865 
688 
146 
147 
197 
748 
788 
258 
695 
20 
82 
83 
580 
245 
199 
708 
815 
812 
819 
807 
75 
304 
397 
359 
326 
204 


XXVI 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 


The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts.     Kpisc.  ('■             334 

The  Spirit  moved  upon  the  v                     yus 859 

The  starry  firmament  on  high.     Sir  R.  Grant 222 

The  sun  is  still  for  ever  sounding.     Goethe,  tr.  F.  II.  Htdye.     .        .  190 

The  swift-declining  day.     Doddridge 759 

The  thing  my  God  doth  hate.     Methodist  Col.       .  620 

The  triumphs  of  the  martyred  saints.     Ancient  Hymns.        .        .        .  806 

The  turf  shall  be  my  fragrant  shrine.     Moore.          ....  196 

The  wandering  star  and  fleeting  wind.     Beddome 560 

The  waters  of  Bethesda's  pool.     Barton 697 

The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep.     Ileber.          ....  272 

The  wondering  sages  trace  from  far.     Germ.  tr.  Cox.       .        .        .  246 

The  Word,  descending  from  above.    Breviary 377 

The  world  may  change  from  old  to  new.     S.  F.  Adams.  .        .        .  651 

The  world  throws  wide  its  brazen  gates.    J.  Weiss 738 

They  who  on  the  Lord  rely.     Sj).o/Ps 179 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love.    Doddridge 830 

Think  gently  of  the  erring.     E.  Fletcher. 482 

This  child  we  dedicate  to  thee.     W.  Boston  Col.           ....  358 

This  freezing  heart,  O  Lord !  this  will.     Lyra  Cath.         .        .        .  543 

This  is  the  first  and  great  command.    Roscoe 485 

This  life 's  a  dream,  an  empty  show.     Watts.           ....  821 

This  stone  to  thee  in  faith  we  lay.     Monty. 80 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee.    Ileber.  .  775 

Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light.    Moore.         .               ...  198 

Thou  art  the  Way,  and  he  who  sighs 276 

Thou  biddest,  Lord,  thy  sons  be  bold.     T.  LT.  Gill 507 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height.     Moravian.        .        .        .  610 

Thou  hidden  source  of  calm  repose.     C.  Wesley.          ....  614 

Thou,  infinite  in  love.     Mrs.  Miles 693 

Thou,  Lord,  by  mortal  e}-es  unseen.    Mason 277 

Thou,  Lord,  who  rear'st  the  mountain's  height.     Sterling.       .        .  107 

Thou  must  be  born  again.    Johns 565 

Thou  must  go  forth  alone,  my  soul ! 768 

Thou,  O  my  Jesus,  thou  didst  me.     F.  Xavier 306 

Thou,  Saviour,  who  thyself  didst  give.     Alford.       ....  505 

Thou,  who  canst  guide  the  wandering  star.     Dawson's  Col.         .        .  165 

Thou  who  didst  stoop  below.     3Irs.  Miles 327 

Thou  who  dwell'st  enthroned  above.     Sandys 411 


INDEX    TO     FIRST    LINES. 


XXV11 


Thou,  whose  almighty  word.    Marriott.  . 

Thou,  -who,  upon  the  eternal  throne.    Jung  Stilling.     . 

Thrice  happy  souls,  who,  born  from  heaven.    Doddridge 

Through  all  the  various  shifting  scene. 

Through  thee  we  now  together  came.    Methodist  Col. 

Thus  far  on  life's  perplexing  path.     Montg. 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on.     Watts. 

Thy  bounteous  hand  with  food  can  bless.     Ueber. 

Thy  happy  ones  a  strain  begin.     T:  H.  GUI.     . 

Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord!     Lyra  Cath. 

Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord.     Watts. 

Thy  name  be  hallowed  evermore.     Moravian. 

Thy  path,  like  most  by  mortals  trod.    Barton. 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood.     Watts. 

Thy  ways,  0  Lord,  with  wise  design. 

Thy  will  be  done !     In  devious  way.    Bowring.  . 

Thy  will  be  done !     I  will  not  fear.    J.  lioscoe. 

Times  without  number  have  I  prayed.     Cowper. 

'T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come.     Watts. 

'T  is  finished!  so  the  Saviour  cried.    Slennetl.    . 

'T  is  God  the  spirit  leads.     Chr.  Psalmist. 

'T  is  gone,  that  bright  and  orbed  blaze.    Keble.  . 

'T  is  my  happiness  below.     Cowper. 

'T  is  not  the  skill  of  human  art.    Mde.  Guyon.    . 

'T  is  not  Thv  chastening  hand  I  fear. 

To  Him  who  children  blest.    J.  F.  Clarke. 

To  keep  the  lamp  alive.     Cowper 

To  prayer !  for  the  day  that  God  hath  blest.    H.  Ware. 

To  thee,  my  God,  my  days  are  known.    Doddridge. 

To  thee,  0  God  in  heaven.    J.  F.  Clarice. 

To  thee,  0  God,  we  homage  pay.    Doddridge. 

To  the  haven  of  thy  breast.     Wesley. 

To  weary  hearts,  to  mourning  homes.     Ger.  tr.  Whitlier 

True  Sun !  upon  our  souls  arise.    Lyra  Cath. 

Try  us,  0  God,  and  search  the  ground.    Methodist  Col. 

'T  was  in  the  East,  the  mystic  East.    F.  H.  Hedge.     . 

'T  was  the  day  when  God's  Anointed.    F.  II.  Hedge. 

Types  of  eternal  rest,  fair  buds  of  bliss.     Vaughan  alfd. 


226 

184 
160 
172 
515 
163 
417 
504 
654 
631 
63 
67 
657 
104 
128 
684 
685 
561 
669 
260 
180 
425 
320 
606 
155 
364 
672 
574 
130 
363 
297 
176 
658 
406 
516 
234 
259 
85 


xx  via 


INDEX    TO     FIKST    LINES. 


Unchangeable,  all-perfect  Lord !     Lange. 

Unheard  the  dews  around  me  fall 

Unite,  my  roving  thoughts,  unite.    Doddridge. 

Unseen,  yet  not  unfelt !  —  if  any  thought.    J.  F.  Clarke. 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb !      Waits. 

Unworthy  to  be  called  thy  son.    Furness.    . 

Upon  the  Gospel's  sacred  page.    Boicring. 

Up  to  the  throne  of  God  is  borne.      Wordsworth.  . 


Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame.    Pope. 


Wake  the  song  of  jubilee 

Wake!  the  welcome  day  appeareth.     Germ.  tr.  Cox. 

Walk  in  the  light !  so  shalt  thou  know.    Barton. 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night.    Boicring. 

Weak  and  irresolute  is  man.     Coicper. 

We  ask  not,  Lord,  thy  cloven  flame.    Ikber.   . 

We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name.    Montg. 

We  bless  thee  for  this  sacred  day.     Mrs.  Gilman.     . 

We  bow  before  thy  gracio\is  throne.     Methodist  Col. 

We  come  not  with  a  costly  store.     Crossiccll.  . 

We  come,  our  hearts  with  gladness  glowing.     Germ.  tr.  Cox. 

We  meditate  the  day.    Frothingham 

Were  not  the  sinful  Mary's  tears.     Moore.  . 
We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod.    Barbauld. 
What  is  this?  and  whither,  whence.    Furness.   . 
What  must  it  be  to  dwell  above.     Chr.  Psalmist.     . 
What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord.    Boden. 
What  though  the  stream  be  dead.     Wilson.     . 
What  would  we  give  to  our  beloved?    Mrs.  Browning. 
When  adverse  winds  and  waves  arise.    Mrs.  Sigourtu;/. 
When  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God.    Addison. 
When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day.    BarbauU. 
When  before  thy  throne  we  kneel.    Bowring. 
When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind.     Coicper. 
When,  driven  by  oppression's  rod.     W.  P.  Lunt. 
When  God,  of  old,  came  down  from  heaven.     KtbU. 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear.     Watts. 
When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God.     Cornier.  . 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 


XXIX 


When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved.     S  ir  W.  Scott. 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross.     Watt*.    . 
When  Jesus'  friend  had  ceased  to  be.     Mrs.  Browning. 
When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still.     Campbell.     . 
When  long  the  soul  had  slept  in  chains.     E.  II.  Chopin 
When,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain.     II.  K.  White. 
When  my  life-bark,  richly  freighted.    II.  S.  T.   . 
When,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be.     Wesleyan. 
When  on  my  ear  your  loss  was  knelled.    Mrs.  Lowell. 
When  on  the  midnight  of  the  East.    Dawson's  Col.  . 
When  Power  Divine,  in  mortal  form.     Sir  J.  E.  Smith. 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singinsr 

When  shall  thy  love  constrain.     Wesley. 

When  shall  we  meet  again  ?     Select  Hymns. 

When  winds  are  raging  o'er  the  upper  ocean.    Mrs.  II.  B.  Stoxot 

Where  ancient  forests  widely  spread.    Norton. 

Where'er  the  Lord  shall  build  my  house.     Scott. 

Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay.    Enfield. 

Where  is  the  tree  the  prophet  threw  ?    Hermans. 

Where  the  mourner  weeping.     Germ.  tr.  Cox.  . 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night.    Patrick 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power.    Miss  Williams. 

Wliile  to  lips  with  praise  that  glow.    Pierponl.    . 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun.    J.  Newton.  . 

Whither,  0,  whither  should  I  fly.     Wesley. 

Who  is  thy  neighbor?  He  whom  thou.     W.  B.  0.  Peabody 

Why  come  not  spirits  from  the  realms  of  glory  ?  . 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends.     Waits  alVd. 

Why  do  we  wasre  hi  trifling  cares.    Doddridge. 

Why  slumbereth,  Lord,  each  promised  sign  ?    . 

Why,  thou  never-setting  Light.    Russian.     . 

Why  thus  longing,  thus  for  ever  sighing.     H.  Winslow. 

Why  weep  for  those,  frail  child  of  woe.      W.  J.  Loring. 

Wilt  Thou  not  visit  me  ?    Very 

With  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues.    Kippis.     . 
With  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes.    Jervis. 
With  silence  only  as  their  benediction.     Whittier. 
Word  by  God  the  Father  sent.     Germ.  tr.  Cox. 
Word  of  the  ever-livinsr  God !    Barton. 


1G9 
319 
254 
235 
488 
224 
857 
2S6 
851 
371 
705 
528 
G15 
827 
842 

S4 
409 
63G 
699 
710 
231 

21 
401 
832 
157 
489 
84G 
783 
717 
448 
G75 
847 
802 
333 
438 

34 
G94 
221 
200 


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INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES 


Work,  —  and  thou  wilt  bless  the  day.     C.  A.  Dana. 
Workman  of  God !  0,  lose  not  heart.    Lyra  Caih. 

Ye  Christian  heralds!  go,  proclaim.     WincheVs  Sel. 

Ye  followers  of  the  Prince  of  Peace.    Beddome. 

Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell !    Doddridge. 

Ye  hear  how  kindly  he  invites.    Breviary. 

Ye  humble  souls,  that  seek  the  Lord.    Doddridge. 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord.    Doddridge. 

Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak.     Wesleyan. 

Zion's  true,  glorious  God  !  on  thee.     Vaughan.  . 


727 
762 

354 
367 
808 
379 
263 
724 
143 


I. 


SANCTUARY. 


I. 

OPENING   OF  SERVICE. 
(p.  3.) 

II. 

CLOSE   OF  SERVICE. 

(p.  36.) 
III. 

DEDICATION. 

(p.  50.) 

IV. 

SABBATH. 

(p.  54.) 


OPENING  OF  SERVICE. 


1.     L.  M. 


1  How,  Lord,  shall  vows  of  ours  be  sweet  ? 
O,  how  should  souls  immortal  meet  ? 
How  lose  themselves  in  heaven  awhile  ? 
How  win  thine  own  eternal  smile  ? 

2  Come  beautiful,  as  souls  should  be  ! 
Come  beautiful  for  God  to  see ! 
Come  holy-fair,  come  heavenly-bright, 
And  give  the  All-seeing  Eye  delight ! 

3  Ye  loving,  of  large  souls  and  free, 
Whose  hours  run  on  forgivingly, 

You  chief  the  God  of  Love  will  hear,  — 
Your  own  the  incessant  Pardoner ! 

4  Yet  better  songs,  ye  holy,  raise  ! 
More  nobly  live  ;  more  gladly  praise  ! 
Till  beauteous  round  the  heavenly  throne 
Ye  worship  best  the  Holy  One. 


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2.        C.    M. 

1  Now  morning  lifts  her  dewy  veil, 

With  new-born  blessings  crowned  ; 
O,  haste  we,  then,  her  light  to  hail, 
In  courts  of  holy  ground ! 

2  But  Christ,  triumphant  o'er  the  grave, 

Shines  more  divinely  bright ; 
O,  sing  we,  then,  Ins  power  to  save, 
And  walk  we  in  his  light ! 

3  Still,  as  the  morning  rays  return, 

To  fancy  it  is  given 
In  distant  vision  to  discern 
The  radiant  domes  of  heaven. 

4  But  now  that  our  Eternal  Sun 

Hath  shed  his  beams  abroad, 
In  him  we  see  the  Holy  One, 
And  mount  at  once  to  God 


3.     C.  M. 

1  Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright, 

Implore  we,  bending  low, 
That  He,  the  Uncreated  Light, 
May  guide  us  as  we  go. 

2  No  sinful  word,  nor  deed  of  wrong, 

Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove, 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 


OPENING    OF    SERVICE. 

3  And  while  the  hours  in  order  flow, 

O  Christ,  securely  fence 
Our  gates  beleaguered  by  the  foe,  — 
The  gate  of  every  sense. 

4  And  grant  that  to  thine  honor,  Lord, 

Our  daily  toil  may  tend  ; 
That  we  begin  it  at  thy  word, 
And  in  thy  favor  end. 


4.     C.  M. 

1  Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand : 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

3  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

4  The  men  who  love  and  fear  thy  name 

Shall  see  their  hopes  fulfilled  ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compass  them 
With  favor,  as  a  shield. 


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5.     7,  4,  &  6s.  M. 

1  Armies  of  God !  in  union 

"With  us,  through  one  communion, 
Pour  forth  sweet  prayers  : 

Our  souls  in  love  embrace, 

Around  the  Saviour's  face, 

And  ask  his  special  grace 
To  soothe  our  cares. 

2  Offer  those  golden  vials 
Of  odors,  for  our  trials, 

Before  the  throne : 
Till  God  the  Father  smile 
On  us,  though  we  were  vile, 
Now  counted  without  guile, 

Through  Christ  alone ! 

3  Then  raise  the  song  of  gladness, 
To  dissipate  our  sadness  : 

Along  this  vale  of  tears 
We  wend  our  weary  way 
Up  towards  the  realms  of  day, 
And  watch,  and  wait,  and  pray, 

Constant  in  fears ! 

4  Head  of  the  hosts  in  glory  ! 
We  joyfully  adore  thee, 

Thy  Church  on  earth  below, 
Blending  with  those  on  high, 
Where  through  the  azure  sky 
Thy  saints  in  ecstasy 

For  ever  glow ! 


OPENING    OF    SERVICE. 


6.  L.  M. 

1  Dear  Lord,  no  other  prayer  I  form 
But  for  devotion  pure  and  warm. 
May  warm  devotion  fill  my  soul ; 
May  love  for  thee  each  thought  control. 

2  May  piety  increase  ;  and  prayer 

Mine  every  thought,  word,  action,  share  ; 
The  gift  of  love  my  sole  request, 
Thou,  God  of  love  !  wilt  grant  the  rest. 

3  Weak  praise  were  mine.     Do  thou  inspire 
My  soul  with  love  and  living  fire. 

O,  may  this  cold  and  lowly  breast 

Be  warmed  by  thee,  its  God,  its  guest ! 

7.  L.  M. 

1  Zion's  true,  glorious  God !  on  thee 
Praise  waits  in  all  humility. 

All  flesh  shall  unto  thee  repair, 

To  thee,  O  God  that  hearest  prayer ! 

2  But  sinful  words  and  works  still  spread, 
And  overrun  my  heart  and  head ; 
Transgressions  make  me  foul  each  day ; 
O,  purge  them,  purge  them  all  away ' 

3  Happy  is  he  whom  thou  wilt  choose 
To  serve  thee  in  thy  blessed  house  f 
Who  in  thy  holy  temple  dwells, 

And,  filled  with  joy,  thy  goodness  tells  ' 


SANCTUARY. 


8.     7s.  M. 

1  Sovereign  and  transforming  Grace  ! 

We  invoke  thy  quickening  power  ; 
Reign  the  spirit  of  this  place, 
Bless  the  purpose  of  this  hour. 

2  Holy  and  creative  Light ! 

We  invoke  thy  kindling  ray ; 
Dawn  upon  our  spirits'  night, 
Turn  our  darkness  into  day. 

3  To  the  anxious  soul  impart 

Hope  all  other  hopes  above, 

Stir  the  dull  and  hardened  heart 

With  a  longing  and  a  love. 

4  Give  the  struggling  peace  for  strife, 

Give  the  doubting  light  for  gloom, 
Speed  the  living  into  life, 

Warn  the  dying  of  their  doom. 

5  Work  in  all,  in  all  renew, 

Day  by  day,  the  life  divine ; 
All  our  wills  to  thee  subdue, 
All  our  hearts  to  thee  incline. 


9.     9  &  8s.  M. 

1  My  God,  I  now  appear  before  thee, 
And  wait  thy  every  sign  to  see ; 
How  can  I  know  or  how  adore  thee, 
Except  thy  spirit  breathe  in  me  ? 


OPENING     OF    SERVICE. 


2.  If  thou,  of  grace  the  sole  dispenser, 
Me  bless  not,  how  can  I  rejoice  ? 
Unless  thy  incense  fill  my  censer, 

How  raise  in  prayer  to  thee  my  voice  ? 

3  How  can  my  harp  give  forth  its  sweetness 

Unless  thy  finger  sweep  the  string  ? 
How  can  I  know  thy  truth's  completeness 
"Without  thy  sun's  enlightening  ? 

4  Thy  Sabbath  grant,  life's  work-day  ended, 

The  spirit's  and  the  body's  rest, 
The  spirit  by  its  Father  tended, 
The  body  on  its  Mother's  breast. 


10.     7s.  M. 

1  Lord,  before  thy  presence  come, 

Bow  we  down  with  holy  fear  ; 
Call  our  erring  footsteps  home, 
Let  us  feel  that  thou  art  near. 

2  Wandering  thoughts  and  languid  powers 

Come  not  where  devotion  kneels  ! 
Let  the  soul  expand  her  stores, 
Glowing  with  the  joy  she  feels. 

3  At  the  portals  of  thine  house 

We  resign  our  earth-born  cares  : 
Nobler  thoughts  our  souls  engross, 
Songs  of  praise  and  fervent  prayers. 


SANCTUARY. 


11.     7s.  M. 


1  All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord  ; 

All  ye  lands,  your  voices  raise  ; 

Heaven  and  earth,  with  loud  accord, 

Praise  the  Lord,  for  ever  praise. 

2  For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand, 

Past,  and  present,  and  to  be, 
Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand, 
Like  his  own  eternity. 

3  Praise  him,  ye  who  know  his  love  ; 

Praise  him  from  the  depths  beneath  ; 
Praise  him  in  the  heights  above  ; 

Praise  your  Maker,  all  that  breathe  ! 

12.     7s.  M. 


Glory  be  to  God  on  high! 


God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky  ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
Man,  the  well-beloved  of  heaven. 


2  Favored  mortals,  raise  the  song ! 
Endless  thanks  to  God  belong  ; 
Hearts  o'erflowing  with  his  praise, 
Join  the  hymns  your  voices  raise. 

3  Mark  the  wonders  of  his  hand ! 
Power,  no  empire  can  withstand ; 
Wisdom,  angels'  glorious  theme  ; 
Goodness,  one  eternal  stream. 

10 


OPENING    OF    SERVICE. 

4  Awful  Being !  from  thy  throne 
Send  thy  promised  blessings  down 
Let  thy  light,  thy  truth,  thy  peace, 
Bid  our  raging  passions  cease. 


13.     C.  M. 

1  Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 

Around  the  eternal  throne, 
Of  every  kindred,  clime,  and  land, 
A  multitude  unknown. 

2  Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here ; 

To-day  the  young,  the  old, 
Our  Saviour  and  his  flock  appear 
One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 

3  Toil,  trial,  suffering,  still  await 

On  earth  the  pilgrim's  throng, 
Yet  learn  we  in  our  low  estate 
The  Church  Triumphant's  song. 

4  Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

Cry  the  redeemed  above, 
Blessing  and  honor  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love ! 

5  Worthy  the  Lamb,  on  earth  we  sing, 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save ! 
Henceforth,  O  Death  !  where  is  thy  sting ! 
Thy  victory,  O  Grave ! 


n 


SANCTUARY. 


14.     7s.  M. 


Safely  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  thy  courts  to-day, 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 


15.     L.  M. 

1  O  Thou,  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 

The  lyre  of  Hebrew  bards  was  strung, 
Whom  kings  adored  in  song  sublime, 

And  prophets  praised  with  glowing  tongue  ! 

2  Not  now  on  Zion's  height  alone 

Thy  favored  worshipper  may  dwell, 
Nor  where,  at  sultry  noon,  thy  Son 
Sat,  weary,  by  the  patriarch's  well. 

3  From  every  place  below  the  skies, 

The  grateful  song,  the  fervent  prayer, 
The  incense  of  the  heart,  may  rise 
To  heaven,  and  find  acceptance  there. 

4  O  Thou,  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 

The  lyre  of  prophet-bards  was  strung, 
To  thee,  at  last,  in  every  clime, 

Shall  temples  rise,  and  praise  be  sung. 


1Q 


OPENING    OF    SERVICE. 

16.     8,  7,  &  4s.  M. 

1  In  thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling, 

We,  thy  people,  now  draw  near ; 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling ; 
Speak,  and  let  thy  servants  hear,  — 

Hear  with  meekness,  — 
Hear  thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 

May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  thee ; 
Cheered  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened, 
We  would  run,  nor  weary  be, 

Till  thy  glory, 
Without  clouds,  in  heaven  we  see. 

3  There,  in  worship  purer,  sweeter, 

All  thy  people  shall  adore, 
Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Than  they  could  conceive  before,  — 

Full  enjoyment,  — 
Holy  bliss,  for  evermore. 


17.     7s.  M. 

1  Come  the  rich,  and  come  the  poor, 
To  the  Christian  temple  door ; 
Let  their  mingled  prayers  ascend 
To  the  Universal  Friend. 

2  Here  the  rich  and  poor  may  claim 
Common  ancestry  and  name; 

2  13 


SANCTUARY. 


Claim  a  common  heritage, 
In  the  Gospel's  promise  page. 

3  Of  the  same  materials  wrought ; 
By  the  same  Instructor  taught ; 
Walking  in  life's  common  way ; 
Tending  to  the  same  decay ;  — 

4  Rich  and  poor  at  last  shall  meet 
At  the  heavenly  mercy-seat, 
Where  the  name  of  rich  and  poor 
Never  shall  be  uttered  more. 


18.     L.  M. 

1  O  God,  whose  presence  glows  in  all 
Within,  around  us,  and  above ! 

Thy  word  we  bless,  thy  name  we  call, 
Whose  word  is  Truth,  whose  name  is  Love. 

2  That  truth  be  with  the  heart  believed 
Of  all  who  seek  this  sacred  place  ; 

With  power  proclaimed,  in  peace  received,  — 
Our  spirits'  light,  thy  Spirit's  grace. 

3  That  love  its  holy  influence  pour, 
To  keep  us  meek,  and  make  us  free, 
And  throw  its  binding  blessing  more 
Round  each  with  all,  and  all  with  thee. 

4  Send  down  its  angel  to  our  side,  — 
Send  in  its  calm  upon  the  breast ; 
For  we  would  know  no  other  guide, 
And  we  can  need  no  other  rest. 

M 


OTENING     OF    SERVICE. 


19.     L.  M. 

1  O,  bow  thine  ear,  Eternal  One ! 

On  thee  our  heart  adoring  calls ; 
To  thee,  the  followers  of  thy  Son 
Bend  low  within  these  sacred  walls. 

2  Here  let  thy  holy  days  be  kept, 

And  be  this  place  to  worship  given, 
Like  that  bright  spot  where  Jacob  slept,  - 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven. 

3  Here  be  thy  praise  devoutly  sung ; 

»       Here  let  thy  truth  beam  forth  to  save, 
As  when,  of  old,  thy  Spirit  hung, 

On  wings  of  light,  o'er  Jordan's  wave. 

4  And  when  the  lips,  that  with  thy  name 

Are  vocal  now,  to  dust  shall  turn, 
In  others  may  devotion's  flame 
Be  kindled  here,  and  purely  burn. 


20.    c.  M. 

1  The  offerings  to  thy  throne  which  rise, 

Of  mingled  praise  and  prayer, 
Are  but  a  worthless  sacrifice, 
Unless  the  heart  be  there. 

2  Upon  thine  all-discerning  ear 

Let  no  vain  words  intrude ; 

15 


SANCTUARY. 

No  tribute  but  the  vow  sincere,  — 
The  tribute  of  the  good. 

3  My  offerings  will  indeed  be  blest, 

If  sanctified  by  thee ; 
If  thy  pure  spirit  touch  my  breast 
"With  its  own  purity. 

4  O.  may  that  spirit  warm  my  heart 

To  piety  and  love, 
And  to  life's  lowly  vale  impart 
Some  rays  from  heaven  above ! 

21.    c.  M. 

1  While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  powers  of  thought  bestowed ; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed, 
That  mercy  I  adore ! 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

16 


OrENING    OF    SERVICE. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 


22.    c.  M. 

1  Father  of  me  and  all  mankind, 

And  all  the  hosts  above, 
Let  every  understanding  mind 
Unite  to  praise  thy  love. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come,  with  power  and  grace, 

To  every  -heart  of  man  ; 
Thy  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 
In  all  our  bosoms  reign. 

3  The  righteousness  that  never  ends, 

But  makes  an  end  of  sin ; 
The  joy  that  human  thought  transcends, 
Now  to  our  souls  bring  in. 

4  The  kingdom  of  established  peace, 

Which  can  no  more  remove ; 
The  perfect  powers  of  godliness, 
The  omnipotence  of  love. 


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SANCTUARY. 


23.     7s.  M. 

1  Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire ! 

Love  divine,  thyself  impart : 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire ; 

Enter  every  drooping  heart : 
Every  mournful  sinner  cheer, 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  ; 
Father !  in  thy  grace  appear, 

To  thy  human  temples  come. 

2  Come,  in  this  accepted  hour, 

Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 

Rooting  out  the  seeds  of  sin : 
Nothing  more  can  we  require, 

We  will  covet  nothing  less : 
Be  thou  all  our  heart's  desire, 

All  our  joy,  and  all  qnr  peace. 


24.     L.  M. 

1  Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest, 

From  vain  pursuits  and  maddening  cares ; 
From  lonely  woes  that  wring  thy  breast, 
The  world's  allurements,  toils,  and  snares. 

2  Return  unto  thy  rest,  my  soul, 

From  all  the  wanderings  of  thy  thought ; 
From  sickness  unto  death  made  whole  ; 
Safe  through  a  thousand  perils  brought. 

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OPENING    OF    SERVICE. 

3  Then  to  thy  rest,  my  soul,  return, 

From  passions  every  hour  at  strife ; 
Sin's  works,  and  ways,  and  wages  spurn ; 
Lay  hold  upon  eternal  life. 

4  God  is  thy  rest ;  with  heart  inclined 

To  keep  his  word,  that  word  believe , 
Christ  is  thy  rest ;  with  lowly  mind, 
His  light  and  easy  yoke  receive. 

25.  L.  M. 

1  Father  !  adored  in  worlds  above, 

Thy  glorious  name  be  hallowed  still ; 

Thy  kingdom  come  with  power  and  love, 

And  earth,  like  heaven,  obey  thy  will. 

2  Lord !  make  our  daily  wants  thy  care  ; 

Forgive  the  sins  which  we  forsake ; 
And,  as  we  In  thy  kindness  share, 
Let  fellow-men  of  ours  partake. 

3  Evils  beset  us  every  hour ; 

Thy  kind  protection  we  implore ; 
Thine  is  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power, 
Be  thine  the  glory  evermore  ! 

26.  L.  M. 

1  Lo,  God  is  here !     Let  us  adore, 
And  humbly  bow  before  his  face ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
Let  all  within  us  seek  his  grace. 

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2  Lo,  God  is  here !     Him,  day  and  night, 

United  choirs  of  angels  sing : 
To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 

Heaven's  host  their  noblest  homage  bring. 

3  Being  of  beings  !  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  fragrance  fill : 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 


27.    s.  M. 

1  Come  to  the  house  of  prayer, 
O  ye  afflicted,  come : 

The  God  of  peace  shall  meet  you  there,  — 
He  makes  that  house  his  home. 

2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 
Ye  who  are  happy  now ; 

In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise, 
In  kindred  homage  bow. 

3  Ye  aged,  hither  come, 
For  ye  have  felt  his  love  : 

Soon  shall  your  trembling  tongues  be  dumb, 
Your  lips  forget  to  move. 

4  Ye  young,  before  his  throne, 
Come,  bow ;  your  voices  raise  ; 

Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown, 
Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 

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5  Thou,  whose  benignant  eye 
In  mercy  looks  on  all,  — 

Who  seest  the  tear  of  misery, 
And  hear'st  the  mourner's  call,  — 

6  Up  to  thy  dwelling-place 
Bear  our  frail  spirits  on, 

Till  they  outstrip  time's  tardy  pace, 
And  heaven  on  earth  be  won. 


28.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down? 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Father !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  longing  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O,  breathe  thy  loving  spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest. 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive  ; 
Graciously  come  down,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 


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29.     H.  M. 

1  Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 

How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 

Thine  earthly  temples,  are ! 
To  thine  abode  my  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 

2  O  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there ! 
They  praise  thee  still ;  and  happy  they 
Who  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Throughout  these  mortal  years, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears  : 
O  glorious  seat,  when  God,  our  King, 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet ! 


30.     L.  M. 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  thine  altar's  shade  we  fly ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Father,  we  seek  thy  shelter  here : 
Weary  and  weak ,  thy  grace  we  pray ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  thy  guests  away. 

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2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain  ; 
Long  have  we  sought  thy  rest  in  vain  ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost : 
Low  at  thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  thy  guests  away. 

31.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 

Sordid  hopes  and  fond  desires, 
Here,  our  willing  footsteps  meeting, 

Every  heart  to  heaven  aspires. 
From  the  Fount  of  glory  beaming, 

Light  celestial  cheers  our  eyes  ; 
Mercy  from  above  proclaiming, 

Peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies. 

2  Every  stain  of  guilt  abhorring, 

Firm  and  bold  in  virtue's  cause, 
Still  thy  providence  adoring, 

Faithful  subjects  to  thy  laws, 
Lord  !  with  favor  still  attend  us, 

Bless  us  with  thy  wondrous  love  ; 
Thou,  our  sun  and  shield,  defend  us  ; 

All  our  hope  is  from  above. 

32.    c.  M. 

1   O  Father  !  though  the  anxious  fear 
May  cloud  to-morrow's  way, 
No  fear  nor  doubt  shall  enter  here,  — 
All  shall  be  thine  to-day. 


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2  We  will  not  bring  divided  hearts 
To  worship  at  thy  shrine  ; 
But  each  unworthy  thought  departs, 
And  leaves  this  temple  thine. 


33.  s.  M. 

1  Lord,  in  this  sacred  hour 
"Within  thy  courts  we  bend, 

And  bless  thy  love,  and  own  thy  power, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

2  But  thou  art  not  alone 

In  courts  by  mortals  trod ; 
Nor  only  is  the  day  thine  own 
When  man  draws  near  to  God. 

3  Thy  temple  is  the  arch 
Of  yon  unmeasured  sky ; 

Thy  Sabbath,  the  stupendous  march 
Of  grand  eternity. 

4  Lord,  may  that  holier  day 
Dawn  on  thy  servants'  sight ; 

And  purer  worship  may  we  pay 
In  heaven's  unclouded  light. 

34.  c.  M. 

1  With  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes 
To  those  bright  realms  above,  — 
That  glorious  temple  in  the  skies 
Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

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2  Before  the  awful  throne  we  bow 

Of  heaven's  Almighty  King  : 
.  Here  we  present  the  solemn  vow, 
And  hymns  of  praise  we  sing. 

3  Thee  we  adore,  and,  Lord,  to  thee 

Our  filial  duty  pay  ; 
Thy  service,  unconstrained  and  free, 
Conducts  to  endless  day. 

4  While  in  thy  house  of  prayer  we  kneel, 

With  trust  and  holy  fear, 
Thy  mercy  and  thy  truth  reveal, 
And  lend  a  gracious  ear. 


35.     7s.  M. 

1  Lord,  what  offering  shall  we  bring, 

At  thine  altars  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure  unsullied  spring, 

Whence  the  land  affections  flow  ; 
Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul, 

By  the  melting  eye  expressed  ; 
Sympathy,  at  whose  control 

Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast ; 

2  Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 

Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor  ; 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind  ; 

Charity,  with  liberal  store  :  — 
Teach  us,  O  thou  Heavenly  King, 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind, 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring, 

Love  to  thee  and  all  mankind. 

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36.    c.  M. 

1  O,  not  alone  with  outward  sign 

Of  fear,  or  voice  from  heaven, 
The  message  of  a  truth  divine, 

The  call  of  God,  is  given  ; 
Awakening  in  the  human  heart 

Love  for  the  true  and  right, 
Zeal  for  the  Christian's  better  part, 

Strength  for  the  Christian's  fight. 

2  Though  heralded  by  naught  of  fear, 

Or  outward  sign  or  show ; 
Though  only  to  the  inward  ear 

It  whisper  soft  and  low  ; 
Though  dropping  as  the  manna  fell, 

Unseen,  yet  from  above, 
Holy  and  gentle,  heed  it  well : 

The  call  to  truth  and  love. 


37.     L.  M. 

1  "  Let  there  be  light !  "  —  When  from  on  high, 

O  God,  that  first  commandment  came, 
Forth  leaped  the  sun  ;  and  earth  and  sky 
Lay  in  his  light  and  felt  his  flame. 

2  "  Let  there  be  light !  "  —  The  light  of  grace 

And  truth,  a  darkling  world  to  bless, 
Came  with  thy  word,  when  on  our  race 
Broke  forth  tlie  Sun  of  Righteousness. 


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3  Light  of  our  souls  !  how  strong  it  grows  : 

That  sun,  how  wide  his  beams  he  flings, 
As  up  the  glorious  sky  he  goes 

With  light  and  healing  in  his  wings  ! 

4  Give  us  that  light !     O  God,  't  is  given  ! 

Hope  sees  it  open  heaven's  wide  halls 

To  those  who  for  the  truth  have  striven  ; 

And  Faith  walks  firmly  where  it  falls. 


38.     10s.  M. 

1  O  Thou,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  pre- 

sides, 
Whose  voice  created,  and  whose  wisdom  guides ! 
On  darkling  man  in  pure  effulgence  shine, 
And  cheer  the  clouded  mind  with  light  divine. 

2  '  T  is  thine  alone  to  calm  the  pious  breast 
With  silent  confidence  and  holy  rest ; 

From  thee,  great  God !   we  spring ;   to  thee  we 

tend; 
Path,  motive,  guide,  original,  and  end. 


39.     L.  M. 

When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 
Man  comes  to  meet  his  Maker,  God, 

What  rites,  what  honors,  shall  he  pay  ? 

How  spread  his  Sovereign's  praise  abroad  7 

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2  From  marble  domes,  and  gilded  spires, 

Shall  curling  clouds  of  incense  rise  ? 
And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  pomp  of  sacrifice  ? 

3  Vain,  sinful  man  !  creation's  Lord 

Thy  golden  offerings  well  may  spare  ; 
But  give  thy  heart,  and  thou  shalt  find 
Here  dwells  a  God  who  heareth  prayer. 


40.    c.  M. 

1  O  God  !  whose  dread  and  dazzling  brow 

Love  never  yet  forsook, 
On  those  who  seek  thy  presence  now, 
In  deep  compassion  look. 

2  For  many  a  frail  and  erring  heart 

Is  in  thy  holy  sight, 
And  feet  too  willing  to  depart 
From  the  plain  way  of  right. 

3  Yet  pleased  the  humble  prayer  to  hear, 

And  land  to  all  that  live, 
Thou,  when  thou  seest  the  contrite  tear, 
Art  ready  to  forgive. 

4  Lord !  aid  us  with  thy  heavenly  grace 

Our  truest  bliss  to  find  ; 
Nor  sternly  judge  our  erring  race. 
So  feeble,  and  so  blind. 


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41.     11  &  10s.  M. 

1  Father,  to  us,  thy  children,  humbly  kneeling, 

Conscious    of    weakness,   ignorance,   sin,   and 
shame, 
Give  such  a  force  of  holy  thought  and  feeling 
That  we  may  live  to  glorify  thy  name  ;  — 

2  That  we  may  conquer  base  desire  and  passion, 

That  we  may  rise  from  selfish  thought  and  will, 
O'ercome  the  world's  allurement,  threat,  and  fash- 
ion, 
Walk  humbly,  gently,  leaning  on  thee  still. 

3  Let  all  thy  goodness  by  our  minds  be  seen, 

Let  all  thy  mercy  on  our  souls  be  sealed ; 
Lord,  if  thou  wilt,  thy  power  can  make  us  clean, 
O,    speak   the   word !     Thy   servants   shall  be 
healed. 


42.     L.  M. 

1  Great  God !  the  followers  of  thy  Son, 

We  bow  before  thy  mercy-seat, 
To  worship  thee,  the  Holy  One, 
And  pour  our  wishes  at  thy  feet. 

2  O,  grant  thy  blessing  here  to-day  ! 

O,  give  thy  people  joy  and  peace  ' 
The  tokens  of  thy  love  display, 
And  favor  that  shall  never  cea^r\ 

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3  We  seek  the  truth  which  Jesus  brought ; 

His  path  of  light  we  long  to  tread  ; 
Here  be  his  holy  doctrines  taught, 
And  here  their  purest  influence  shed. 

4  May  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  abound  ; 

Our  sins  and  errors  be  forgiven ; 
And  we,  from  day  to  day,  be  found 
Children  of  God  and  heirs  of  heaven. 


43.     6  &  4s.  M. 

1  Come,  thou  Almighty  King ! 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing ; 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days! 

2  Come,  thou  all-gracious  Lord  ! 
By  heaven  and  earth  adored, 

Our  prayer  attend ! 
Come,  and  thy  children  bless  ; 
Give  thy  good  word  success  : 
Make  thine  own  holiness 

On  us  descend ! 

3  Never  from  us  depart ; 
Rule  thou  in  every  heart, 

Hence,  evermore ! 
Thy  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

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44.     L.  M. 


1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame ; 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

3  We  '11  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs  ; 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

45.    c.  M. 

1  Here  holy  thoughts  a  light  have  shed 

From  many  a  radiant  face, 
And  prayers  of  tender  hope  have  spread 
A  perfume  through  the  place. 

2  And  anxious  hearts  have  pondered  here 

The  mystery  of  life, 
And  prayed  the  Eternal  Spirit  clear 
Their  doubts  and  aid  their  strife. 

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3  From  humble  tenements  around 

Came  up  the  pensive  train, 
And  in  the  Church  a  blessing  found. 
Which  filled  their  homes  again. 

4  For  faith,  and  peace,  and  mighty  love, 

That  from  the  Godhead  flow, 
Showed  them  the  life  of  heaven  above 
Springs  from  the  life  below. 


46.    11  &  5s. 

1  From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit, 

Our  humble  prayer  ascends  ;  O  Father !  hear  it, 
Upsoaring  on  the  wings  of  awe  and  meekness  ; 
Forgive  its  weakness ! 

2  We  see  thy  hand ;  it  leads  us,  it  supports  us : 
We  hear  thy  voice ;  it  counsels  and  it  courts  us 
And  then  we  turn  away ;  and  still  thy  kindness 

Forgives  our  blindness. 

3  O,  how  long-suffering,  Lord !  but  thou  delightcst 
To  win  with  love  the  wandering ;  thou  invitest, 
By  smiles  of  mercy,  not  by  frowns  or  terrors, 

Man  from  his  errors. 

4  Father  and  Saviour!  plant  within  each  bosom 
The  seeds  of  holiness,  and  bid  them  blossom 
In  fragrance  and  in  beauty  bright  and  vernal, 

And  spring  denial. 


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5  Then  place  them  in  thine  everlasting  gardens, 
Where  angels  walk,  and  seraphs  are  the  wardens ; 
Where  every  flower  escaped  through  death's  dark 
portal, 
Becomes  immortal. 


47.    c.  M. 

1  For  thy  dear  mercy's  sake,  O  Lord, 

Receive  the  prayers  we  pour, 
And  purify  our  hearts  to  taste 
Thy  goodness  more  and  more. 

2  Our  flesh,  our  hearts,  our  spirits,  Lord, 

In  thy  clear  fire  refine ; 
Break  down  the  self-indulgent  will ; 
Gird  us  with  strength  divine. 

3  So  may  all  we,  who  here  are  met 

This  hour  thy  name  to  bless, 
One  day,  in  our  eternal  home, 
Thine  endless  joys  possess. 


48.     L.  M. 

1  Dear  Lord !  prepare  our  souls  and  train 

Our  hearts  in  thoughts  of  love  to  pray ; 
Teach  us  to  know  our  sins,  and  gain 
New  triumphs  o'er  ourselves  each  day. 

2  How  oft  our  thoughts,  in  idle  chase, 

On  vanity  and  sin  run  wild, 

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Our  best  resolves,  in  varying  phase, 
Beguiling  come,  or  go  beguiled ! 

3  Caught  by  a  glittering  bait,  we  fall 

Sin's  easy,  weak,  and  thoughtless  prey ; 
While,  all  unheeded,  virtue's  call 
Beckons  in  vain  another  way. 

4  Dear  Lord,  thou  hast  full  often  said, 

There  is  a  path,  —  one  only  way  ; 
O,  come,  then,  quickly  to  our  aid, 
And  teach  us  how  and  what  to  pray  ! 

49.    c.  M. 

1  God  is  a  spirit  just  and  wise, 

He  sees  our  inmost  mind ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honor  can  appear; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

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50.     7s.  M. 


1  When  before  thy  throne  we  kneel, 

Filled  with  awe  and  holy  fear, 
Teach  us,  O  our  God!  to  feel 
All  thy  sacred  presence  near. 

2  Check  each  proud  and  wandering  thought, 

When  on  thy  great  name  we  call ; 
Man  is  naught,  is  less  than  naught ; 
Thou,  our  God,  art  all  in  all. 

3  Weak,  imperfect  creatures,  we 

In  this  vale  of  darkness  dwell ; 
Yet  presume  to  look  to  thee, 
'Midst  thy  light  ineffable. 

4  O,  receive  the  praise  that  dares 

Seek  thy  heaven-exalted  throne ; 
Bless  our  offerings,  hear  our  prayers, 
Infinite  and  Holy  One ! 


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51.     8&7s.  M. 


1  May  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


52.     L  M. 

1  My  God !  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil,  like  early  dew. 

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2  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command ; 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


53.     L.  M. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


54.     8,  7,  &4s.  M. 

1  Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  peace  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love  : 

Still  support  us 
While  in  duty's  path  we  move. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

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55.     7s.  M. 

1  Father!  glory  be  to  thee, 
Source  of  all  the  good  we  see ! 
Glory  for  the  blessed  light 
Rising  on  the  ancient  night ! 

2  Glory  for  the  hopes  that  come, 
Streaming  through  the  dreary  tomb ! 
Glory  for  the  counsel  given, 
Guiding  us  in  peace  to  heaven ! 


56.    c.  M. 

1  O  wondrous  depth  of  grace  divine, 

My  soul  would  fain  adore : 
Dear  Father,  let  me  call  thee  mine, 
And  I  will  ask  no  more. 

2  By  thee  in  all  things  richly  blest, 

Low  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Thou  art  my  Hope,  my  Life,  my  Rest, 
My  Father,  and  my  all ! 


57.     7s.  M. 

1  Father,  bless  thy  word  to  all ; 

Quick  and  powerful  let  it  prove 
O,  may  sinners  hear  thy  call ! 
Let  thy  people  grow  in  Jove. 

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2  Thine  own  gracious  message  bless ; 

Follow  it  with  power  divine  ; 
Give  the  Gospel  great  success ; 
Thine  the  work,  the  glory  thine. 

3  Father,  bid  the  world  rejoice  ; 

Send,  O,  send  thy  truth  abroad  ; 
Let  the  nations  hear  thy  voice,  — 
Hear  it,  and  return  to  God. 


58.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Lord  of  nature,  Source  of  light, 

In  pity  view  thy  world  below ; 
Guide  our  erring  footsteps  right, 

Through  these  scenes  of  guilt  and  woe, 

2  Grant  thy  spirit ;  by  thy  kindness 

Let  our  errors  be  forgiven  ; 
Heal  our  sins,  dispel  our  blindness, 
Then  conduct  us  safe  to  heaven. 


59.     8,  7,  &  4s.  M. 

Come,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit! 

Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed ; 
Let  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit, 

Raise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed ; 
From  the  Gospel 

Now  supply  thy  people's  need. 

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2  O,  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing 

Which  thy  word  's  designed  to  give  ! 
Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing, 
Joyfully  the  truth  receive, 

And  for  ever 
To  thy  praise  and  glory  live. 


60.    c.  M. 

1  O  God,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given, 

By  whom  the  harvest  blest ; 
Whose  word,  like  manna  showered  from  heaven, 
Is  planted  in  our  breast ;  — 

2  Preserve  it  from  the  passing  feet, 

And  plunderers  of  the  air ; 
The  sultry  sun's  intenser  heat, 
And  weeds  of  worldly  care ! 

3  Though  buried  deep,  or  thinly  strown, 

Do  thou  thy  grace  supply : 
The  hope  in  earthly  furrows  sown 
Shall  ripen  in  the  sky. 


61.     8&7s.  M. 

1  Lo  !  the  day  of  rest  declineth, 

Gather  fast  the  shades  of  night ; 
May  the  Sun  that  ever  shineth 
Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light. 

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2  While,  thine  ear  of  love  addressing. 
Thus  our  parting  hymn  we  sing, 
Father,  give  thine  evening  blessing ; 
Fold  us  safe  beneath  thy  wing. 

62.    c.  M. 

1  Soon  will  our  fleeting  hours  be  past ; 

And,  as  the  setting  sun 
Sinks  downward  in  the  radiant  west, 
Our  parting  beams  be  gone. 

2  May  He,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 

Our  sacred  rites  attend, 
Uniting  all  in  wisdom's  ways, 
Till  life's  short  journey  end  ; 

3  And  as  the  rapid  sands  run  down, 

Our  virtue  still  improve, 
Till  each  receive  the  glorious  crown 
Of  never-fading  love. 


63.    s.  M. 

1  Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord, 
Shall  sound  through  distant  lands ; 

Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word ; 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  spread, 
And  long  thy  praise  endure, 

Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

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64.     7s.  M. 


1   Glorious  in  thy  saints  appear ; 
Plant  thy  heavenly  kingdom  here ; 
Light  and  life  to  all  impart ; 
Shine  on  each  believing  heart ;  — 


-) 


And,  in  every  grace  complete, 
Make  us,  Lord,  for  glory  meet ; 
Till  we  stand  before  thy  sight, 
Partners  with  the  saints  in  light. 


65.     7s.  M. 

1  Mighty  One,  before  whose  face 

Wisdom  had  her  glorious  seat, 
When  the  orbs  that  people  space 
Sprang  to  birth  beneath  thy  feet ! 

2  Source  of  truth,  whose  rays  alone 

Light  the  mighty  world  of  mind ! 
God  of  love,  who  from  thy  throne 
Kindly  watchest  all  mankind ! 

3  Shed  on  those  who  in  thy  name 

Teach  the  way  of  truth  and  right, 
Shed  that  love's  undying  flame, 
Shed  that  wisdom's  guiding  light. 


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66.    S.  M. 

1  Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  our  God ; 

The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs, 
Their  soul  is  Christ's  abode. 

2  Still  to  the  lowly  soul 
He  doth  himself  impart, 

And  for  his  temple  and  his  throne 
Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart. 


67.     L.  M. 

1  Thy  name  be  hallowed  evermore; 

O  God  !  thy  kingdom  come  with  power ; 
Thy  will  be  done,  and,  day  by  day, 
Give  us  our  daily  bread,  we  pray. 

2  Lord!  evermore  to  us  be  given 

The  living  bread  that  came  from  heaven : 

Water  of  life  on  us  bestow ; 

Thou  art  the  Source,  the  Giver  thou. 


68.     L.  M. 

1  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake !  awake ! 
Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nations  shake ! 
Now  let  the  world,  adoring  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

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2  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim 
Through  every  clime  of  every  name  ; 
Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 


69.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 
He  whose  word,  cannot  be  broken 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode. 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  mayst  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See !  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  to  assuage,  — 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age  ? 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near ! 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 

All  Ins  boasted  pomp  and  show ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

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70.    c.  M. 

1  The  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain 

The  universal  Lord ; 
Yet  he  in  humble  hearts  will  deign 
To  dwell,  and  be  adored. 

2  Where'er  ascends  the  sacrifice 

Of  fervent  praise  and  prayer, 

Or  on  the  earth,  or  in  the  skies, 

The  God  of  heaven  is  there. 

3  His  presence  is  diffused  abroad, 

Through  realms,  through  worlds  unknown  ; 
Who  seek  the  mercies  of  our  God 
Are  ever  near  his  throne. 


71.     7s.  M. 

Lord,  it  is  not  life  to  live, 
If  thy  presence  thou  deny  ; 
Lord,  if  thou  thy  presence  give, 
'T  is  no  longer  death  to  die. 
Source  and  Giver  of  repose, 
Singly  from  thy  smile  it  flows  ; 
Peace  and  happiness  are  thine ; 
Mine  they  are,  if  thou  art  mine. 


72.    c.  M. 

1   Lord  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace, 
Send  down  thy  heavenly  rain  ; 

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In  vain  we  plant  without  thine  aid, 
And  water  too  in  vain. 

2  May  no  vain  thoughts,  those  birds  of  prey, 

Defraud  us  of  our  gain  ; 
Nor  anxious  cares,  those  baleful  thorns, 
Choke  up  the  precious  grain. 

3  Ne'er  may  our  hearts  be  like  the  rock, 

Where  but  the  blade  can  spring, 
Which,  scorched  with  heat,  becomes  by  noon 
A  dead,  a  useless  thing. 

4  But  may  our  hearts,  like  fertile  soil, 

Receive  the  heavenly  word  ; 
So  shall  our  fair  and  ripened  fruits 
Their  hundred  fold  afford. 


73.    P.  M. 

1  Blest  is  the  hour  when  cares  depart, 

And  earthly  scenes  are  far,  — 
When  tears  of  woe  forget  to  start, 
And  gently  dawns  upon  the  heart 

Devotion's  holy  star. 

2  Blest  is  the  place  where  angels  bend 

To  hear  our  worship  rise, 
Where  kindred  thoughts  their  musings  blend, 
And  all  the  soul's*  affections  tend 

Beyond  the  veiling  skies. 

3  Blest  are  the  hallowed  vows  that  bind 

Man  to  his  work  by  love,  — 

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Bind  him  to  cheer  the  humble  mind, 
Console  the  weeping,  lead  the  blind, 
And  guide  to  joys  above. 

74.     7  &  6s.  M. 

God  shall  bless  thy  going  out, 

Shall  bless  thy  coming  in  ; 
Kindly  compass  thee  about, 

Till  thou  art  saved  from  sin  : 
Lean  upon  thy  Father's  breast ; 

'T  is  he  thy  spirit  keeps  : 
Rest  in  him,  securely  rest ; 

Thy  Guardian  never  sleeps. 

75.  c.  M. 

1  There  is  a  world,  —  and,  O,  how  blest ! 

Fairer  than  prophets  told ; 
And  never  did  an  angel  guest 
One  half  its  peace  unfold. 

2  Look  not  abroad,  with  roving  mind, 

To  seek  that  fair  abode  ; 
It  comes  where'er  the  lowly  find 
The  perfect  peace  of  God. 

76.  c.  M. 

O  thou  great  Spirit!  who  along 

The  waters  first  did  move, 
And  straight  from  warring  chaos  sprung 

Light,  harmony,  and  love  ; 


SANCTUARY. 


Upon  our  waiting  spirits  brood, 
Bid  all  their  discord  cease, 

And  breathe  upon  the  troubled  soul 
Thy  last,  best  gift  of  peace  ! 

77.  7s.  M. 

1  Now  may  he  who  from  the  dead 

Brought  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  King  and  Head, 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

2  May  he  teach  us  to  fulfil 

What  is  pleasing  in  his  sight ; 
Perfect  us  in  all  his  will, 

And  preserve  us  day  and  night. 

78.  C.  M. 


1  O  Lord  of  life,  and  truth,  and  grace, 

Ere  nature  was  begun  ! 
Make  welcome  to  our  erring  race 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  Son. 

2  We  hail  the  Church,  built  high  o'er  all 

The  heathens'  rage  and  scoff; 

Thy  Providence  its  fenced  wall,  — 

"  The  Lamb  the  light  thereof." 

3  Thy  Christ  hath  reached  his  heavenly  seat, 

Through  sorrows  and  through  scars ; 
The  golden  lamps  are  at  his  feet, 
And  in  his  hand  the  stars. 

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4  O,  may  he  walk  among  us  here, 
With  his  rebuke  and  love,  — 
A  brightness  o'er  this  lower  sphere, 
A  ray  from  worlds  above  ! 

79.    c.  M. 

1  Almighty  God,  thy  word  is  cast 

Like  seed  into  the  ground  ; 
Now  let  the  dew  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove  ; 
But  give  it  root  in  every  heart, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Nor  let  thy  word,  so  kindly  sent 

To  raise  us  to  thy  throne, 
Return  to  thee,  and  sadly  tell 
That  we  reject  thy  Son. 

4  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown, 

Thy  quickening  grace  bestow, 
That  all  whose  souls  the  truth  receive 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 


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80.     L.  M. 


1  This  stone  to  thee  in  faith  we  lay, — 

We  build  the  temple,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Thine  eye  be  open  night  and  day, 
To  keep  this  house  from  error  free. 

2  Here,  when  thy  people  seek  thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 
Hear  thou,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  hearest,  Lord,  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  Gospel  of  thy  Son, 
Still  by  the  power  of  his  great  name 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart ; 
Tn  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne. 

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DEDICATION. 


81.     C.  M. 

1  O  Thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands 

Built  over  earth  and  sea, 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 
Have  raised  to  worship  thee. 

2  Lord,  from  thine  inmost  glory  send, 

Within  these  courts  to  bide, 
The  peace  that  dwelleth,  without  end, 
Serenely  by  thy  side. 

3  May  erring  minds  that  worship  here 

Be  taught  the  better  way, 
And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who  fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray  ! 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow  warm, 

And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While  round  these  hallowed  walls  the  storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies ! 

82.    c.  M. 

1  The  patriarch's  dove,  on  weary  wing, 

One  leaf  of  olive  found, 
Within  the  narrow  ark  to  bring, 
When  all  the  earth  was  drowned. 

2  The  dove  of  God,  in  happier  hour, 

O'er  Jordan's  sweeter  wave, 
In  symbol  showed  the  Spirit's  power, 
That  all  the  earth  would  save. 


SANCTUARY. 

3  O  Lord !  to  this  our  sacred  rite 

Such  gracious  tokens  grant, 
As  make  thy  temples,  where  they  light, 
Thine  arks  of  covenant. 

4  And  still  on  life's  baptizing  tide, 

Or  sorrow's  bitter  sea, 
Descending  peace  be  multiplied, 
And  hallow  hearts  to  thee  ! 


83.     L.  M. 

1  The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod 
Was  the  first  temple,  built  by  God ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone, 

And  heaved  its  pillars,  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high, 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky ; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea,  the  sky,  —  and  "  all  was  good  "  ; 
And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 
The  "  morning  stars  together  sang." 

4  Lord,  't  is  not  ours  to  make  the  sea 
And  earth  and  sky  a  house  for  thee  ; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  offering  stands, 

An  humbler  temple,  "  made  with  hands." 


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DEDICATION. 


84.     L.  M. 

1  Where  ancient  forests  widely  spread, 

Where  bends  the  cataract's  ocean-fall ; 
On  the  lone  mountain's  silent  head, 
There  are  thy  temples,  God  of  all ! 

2  All  space  is  holy,  for  all  space 

Is  filled  by  thee  ;  —  but  human  thought 
Burns  clearer  in  some  chosen  place, 

Where  thine  own  words  of  love  are  taught. 

3  Here  be  they  taught ;  and  may  we  know 

That  faith  thy  servants  knew  of  old, 
Which  omvard  bears,  through  weal  or  woe, 
Till  death  the  gates  of  heaven  unfold. 

4  Nor  we  alone  ;  may  those  whose  brow 

Shows  yet  no  trace  of  human  cares, 
Hereafter  stand  where  we  do  now, 
And  raise  to  thee  still  holier  prayers. 


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85.    10s.  M. 


1  Types  of  eternal  rest,  —  fair  buds  of  bliss, 

In  heavenly  flowers  expanding  week  by  week,  — 
The  next  world's  gladness  imaged  forth  in  this,  — 
Days  of  whose  worth  the  Christian's  heart  can 
speak. 

2  Foretastes  of  heaven  on  earth,  —  pledges  of  joy 

Surpassing  fancy's  flights  and  fiction's  story,  — 
The  preludes  of  a  feast  that  cannot  cloy, 
And  the  bright  out-courts  of  immortal  glory. 

3  Eternity  in  time,  —  the  steps  by  which 

We  climb  to  future  ages,  —  lamps  that  light 
Man  through  his  darker  days,  and  thought  enrich, 
Yielding  redemption  for  the  week's  dull  flight. 

4  Wakeners  of  prayer  in  man,  —  his  resting  bowers 

As  on  he  journeys  in  the  narrow  way, 
"Where,  Eden-like,  Jehovah's  walking  hours 
Are  waited  for,  as  in  the  cool  of  day. 

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5  Days  fixed  by  God  for  intercourse  with  dust, 
To  raise  our  thoughts  and  purify  our  powers, 
Periods  appointed  to  renew  our  trust,  — 
A  gleam  of  glory  after  six  days'  showers. 

86.  c.  M. 

1  Sleep,  sleep  to-day,  tormenting  cares, 

Of  earth  and  folly  born  ; 
Ye  shall  not  dim  the  light  that  streams 
From  this  celestial  morn. 

2  To-morrow  will  be  time  enough 

To  feel  your  harsh  control ; 
Ye  shall  not  violate  this  day, 
The  Sabbath  of  the  soul. 

3  Sleep,  sleep  for  ever,  guilty  thoughts  ; 

Let  fires  of  vengeance  die  ; 
And,  purged  from  sin,  may  I  behold 
A  God  of  purity ! 

87.  c.  M. 

1  Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains, 

To  all  thy  people  known  ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone  ;  — 

2  A  rest,  where  all  our  soul's  desire 

Is  fixed  on  things  above ; 
Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

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SANCTUARY. 

3  O  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 

Believe  and  enter  in  ! 
Now,  Father,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin  ! 

4  Remove  all  hardness  from  my  heart, 

All  unbelief  remove ; 
To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. 


88.     L.  M. 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  ; 

.  Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest ; 
Improve  the  day  that  God  has  blest. 

2  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies, 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows ! 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 


89.    S.  M. 

1     Again  the  Sunday  morn 

Calls  us  to  prayer  and  praise  ; 
Waking  our  hearts  to  gratitude 
With  its  enlivening  rays. 

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2  But  Christ  yet  brighter  shone, 
Quenching  the  morning  beam  ; 

When  triumphing  from  death  he  rose, 
And  raised  us  up  with  him. 

3  When  first  the  Word  sprang  forth, 
In  majesty  arrayed, 

And  bathed  in  streams  of  purest  light, 
What  power  was  there  displayed ! 

4  But  O  what  love !  —  when  Christ, 
For  our  transgressions  slain, 

Was  by  the  Eternal  Father  raised, 
For  us,  to  life  again. 


90.     L.  M. 

1  We  bless  thee  for  this  sacred  day, 

Thou  who  hast  every  blessing  given, 
Which  sends  the  dreams  of  earth  away, 
And  yields  a  glimpse  of  opening  heaven. 

2  Rich  day  of  holy,  thoughtful  rest ! 

May  we  improve  thy  calm  repose, 
And,  in  God's  service  truly  blest, 
Forget  the  world,  its  joys,  its  woes. 

3  Lord !  may  thy  truth  upon  the  heart 

Now  fall  and  dwell  as  heavenly  dew, 
And  flowers  of  srace  in  freshness  start 
Where  once  the  weeds  of  error  grew. 


SANCTUARY. 


4  May  prayer  now  lift  her  sacred  wings, 
Contented  with  that  aim  alone 
Which  bears  her  to  the  King  of  kings, 
And  rests  her  at  his  sheltering  throne. 


91.  C.  M. 

1  Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  O,  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapped 

The  heathen  world  in  gloom ! 
O,  what  a  sun  which  broke,  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

4  Ten  thousand  differing  lips  shall  join 

To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 

92.  7s.  M. 

1  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb  ! 
Jesus  dissipates  its  gloom  ! 
Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies, 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 

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SABBATH. 

2  Mortals,  dry  your  flowing  tears  ; 
Cease  those  unbelieving  fears  ; 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 

3  Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade  ; 
Drive  your  anxious  fears  away  ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

4  Lo !  the  rising  sun  appears, 
Shedding  radiance  o'er  the  spheres  ; 
Lo !  returning  beams  of  light 
Chase  the  terrors  of  the  night. 


93.    c.  M. 

1  Blest  day  of  God !  most  calm,  most  bright, 

The  first  and  best  of  days  ; 
The  laborer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
The  day  of  prayer  and  praise ; 

2  My  Saviour's  face  made  thee  to  shine ; 

His  rising  thee  did  raise, 
And  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 
Beyond  all  other  days. 

3  The  first  fruits  oft  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind  ; 
And  they  who  do  the  Sabbath  love, 
A  happy  week  will  find. 

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SANCTUARY. 


4  This  day  I  must  to  God  appear ; 
For,  Lord,  the  day  is  thine  ; 
Help  me  to  spend  it  in  thy  fear, 
And  thus  to  make  it  mine. 


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II. 

GOD. 


i 

ADORATION. 

(p.  G3.) 
II. 

GOD'S   PRESENCE,   POWER.  AND   WISDOM. 

(p.  81.) 

III. 

GOD'S   LOVE. 

(p.  92.) 

IV. 

GOD'S   FORGIVENESS. 

(p.  102.) 

v. 

GOD'S   HELP  AND   PROTECTION. 

(p.  107.) 

VI. 

GOD   IN  NATURE. 

(p.  125.) 
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ADORATION. 


94.    s.  M. 

1  O,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul . 
Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  O,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'T  is  he  forgives  thy  sins, 
'T  is  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

'T  is  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  strong  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
He  rescues  from  the  grave, 

And  he  from  everlasting  death 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

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GOD. 


95.    c.  M. 

1  Father  of  mercies !  God  of  love ! 

My  Father  and  my  God  ! 
I  '11  sing  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
And  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

2  In  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  appear ; 
Thy  mercies  gild  each  transient  scene, 
And  crown  each  passing  year. 

3  In  all  thy  mercies,  may  my  soul 

A  Father's  bounty  see  ; 
Nor  let  the  gifts  thy  grace  bestows 
Estrange  my  heart  from  thee. 

4  Teach  me,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 

To  own  thy  hand,  O  God ! 
And  in  submissive  silence  bear 
The  lessons  of  thy  rod. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Each  bright,  each  clouded  scene, 
Give  me  a  meek  and  humble  mind, 
Still  equal  and  serene. 

6  Then  may  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

Redeemed  from  anxious  fear ; 
For  death  itself,  my  God,  is  life, 
If  thou  be  with  me  there. 


C4 


ADORATION. 


96.    c.  M. 

1  My  God !  how  wonderful  thou  art, 

Thy  majesty  how  bright ! 
How  glorious  thy  mercy-seat, 
In  depths  of  burning  light ! 

2  Yet  I  may  love  thee  too,  O  Lord ! 

Almighty  as  thou  art, 
For  thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

3  No  earthly  father  loves  like  thee, 

No  mother  half  so  mild 
Bears  and  forbears,  as  thou  hast  done, 
With  me,  thy  sinful  child. 

4  My  God !  how  wonderful  thou  art, 

Thou  everlasting  Friend ! 
On  thee  I  stay  my  trusting  heart 
Till  faith  in  vision  end. 


97.     L.  M. 

1  Praise  to  the  Lord  of  boundless  might, 
With  uncreated  glories  bright ! 

His  presence  gilds  the  worlds  above, 
The  unchanging  Source  of  light  and  love. 

2  Shine,  mighty  God  !  with  vigor  shine 
On  this  benighted  heart  of  mine  ; 
And  let  thy  glories  stand  revealed, 
As  in  the  Saviour's  face  beheld. 

6  * 


N 


GOD. 


3  My  soul,  revived  by  heaven-born  day, 
Thy  radiant  image  shall  display, 
While  all  my  faculties  unite 
To  praise  the  Lord,  who  gives  me  light. 


98.     L.  M. 

1  Father  of  all !  in  every  age, 

In  every  clime,  adored, 
By  saint,  by  savage,  or  by  sage, 
The  universal  Lord ! 

2  Thou  great  First  Cause  !.  least  understood, 

Who  all  my  sense  confined 
To  know  but  this,  —  that  thou  art  good, 
And  that  myself  am  blind  ;  — 

3  What  conscience  dictates  to  be  done, 

Or  warns  me  not  to  do, 
This  teach  me  more  than  hell  to  shun, 
That  more  than  heaven  pursue. 

4  If  I  am  right,  thy  grace  impart 

Still  in  the  right  to  stay  ; 
If  I  am  wrong,  O,  teach  my  heart 
To  find  that  better  way. 

5  To  thee,  whose  temple  is  all  space, 

Whose  altar  earth,  sea,  sides, 
One  chorus  let  all  being  raise, 
All  nature's, incense  rise. 


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ADORATION. 


99.     L.  M. 

1  O  Thou,  whom  neither  time  nor  space 

Can  circle  in,  unseen,  unknown, 
Nor  faith  in  boldest  flight  can  trace 

Save  through  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Son,  — 

2  Be  ours,  O  King  of  mercy !  still 

To  feel  thy  presence  from  above, 
And  in  thy  word,  and  in  thy  will, 

To  hear  thy  voice,  and  know  thy  love. 

3  Great  First  and  Last !  thy  blessing  give  ! 

And  grant  us  faith,  thy  gift  alone, 
To  love  and  praise  thee  while  we  live, 

And  do  whate'er  thou  wouldst  have  done. 

4  And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  done, 

And  nature  waits  thy  dread  decree, 
To  find  our  rest  beneath  thy  throne, 
And  look,  in  humble  hope,  to  thee. 


100.     10  &  6s.  M. 


1  I  love  my  God,  but  with  no  love  of  mine, 

For  I  have  none  to  give  ; 
I  love  thee,  Lord  ;  but  all  the  love  is  thine, 

For  by  thy  life  I  live. 
[  am  as  nothing,  and  rejoice  to  be 
Emptied,  and  lost,  and  swallowed  up  in  thee. 

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GOD 

2  Thou,  Lord,  alone,  art  all  thy  children  need, 

And  there  is  none  beside ; 
From  thee  the  streams  of  blessedness  proceed, 

In  thee  the  blest  abide,  — 
Fountain  of  life,  and  all-abounding  grace, 
Our  source,  our  centre,  and  our  dwelling-place. 

101.     C.  M. 

1  Keep  silence,  all  created  things, 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ; 
My  soul  exulteth  while  she  sings 
The  glories  of  our  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree, 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  His  mighty  word  bade  ancient  Night 

Her  empire  vast  resign, 
And  lo !  unnumbered  worlds  of  light 
In  fields  of  azure  shine. 

4  His  wisdom  with  resistless  sway 

Guides  the  eternal  frame  ; 
With  wonder,  let  all  beings  pay 
Their  homage  to  his  name. 


102.     L.  M. 

1  Eternal  God,  almighty  cause 

Of  earth,  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown ; 

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ADORATION. 

All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws  ; 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 

Of  all  within  itself  possessed : 
Controlled  by  none  are  thy  commands ; 
Thou  in  thyself  alone  art  blessed. 

3  Worship  to  thee  alone  belongs ; 

Worship  to  thee  alone  we  give  ; 
Thine  be  our  hearts,  and  thine  our  songs, 
And  to  thy  glory  may  we  live. 

4  Lord,  spread  thy  name  through  heathen  lands ; 

Then*  idol  deities  dethrone  ; 
Subdue  the  world  to  thy  commands, 
And  reign,  as  thou  art,  God  alone. 

103.    c.  M. 

1  The  Lord  descended  from  above, 

And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high ; 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherubim  and  seraphim 

Full  royally  he  rode, 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 
And  he,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

60 


OOD. 


104.    c.  M. 


1  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  earth  or  heaven  was  made ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

2  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  to  thy  view : 
To  thee,  there  's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God !  there  's  nothing  new. 

3  Our  lives  through  varying  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

4  Great  God !  how  infinite  art  thou ! 

How  frail  and  weak  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  homage  pay  to  thee. 


105.     L.  M. 

1  Unchangeable,  all-perfect  Lord ! 

Essential  life's  unbounded  sea ! 
What  lives  and  moves,  lives  by  thy  word ; 

It  lives,  and  moves,  and  is,  from  thee ! 
Whate'er  in  earth,  or  sea,  or  sky, 

Or  shuns,  or  meets,  the  wandering  thought, 
Escapes,  or  strikes,  the  searching  eye, 

By  thee  was  to  existence  brought. 

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ADORATION. 

2  Thine,  Lord,  is  holiness,  alone : 

Justice  and  truth  before  thee  stand : 
Yet,  nearer  to  thy  sacred  throne, 

Love  ever  dwells  at  thy  right  hand. 
And  to  thy  love  and  ceaseless  care, 

Father !  this  light,  this  breath,  we  owe  ; 
And  all  we  have,  and  all  we  are, 

From  thee,  great  Source  of  Life !  doth  flow. 


106.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  "  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored ; 
Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord !  " 
Heaven  is  still  with  anthems  ringing ; 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"  Lord  of  hosts,  thou  Lord  most  high ! " 

2  Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises, 

Brethren,  let  our  tongues  unite, 
Whilst  our  thoughts  his  greatness  raises, 

And  our  love  his  gifts  excite. 
With  his  seraph  train  before  him, 

With  his  holy  Church  below, 
Thus  unite  we  to  adore  him, 

Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow :  — 

3  "  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored ; 
Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

71 


GOD. 

Thus  thy  glorious  name  confessing, 

We  adopt  the  angels'  cry, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  —  blessing 

Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  high. 

107.     L.  M. 

1  Thou,  Lord,  who  rear'st  the  mountain's  height, 
And  mak'st  the  cliffs  with  sunshine  bright, 

O,  grant  that  we  may  own  thy  hand 
No  less  in  every  grain  of  sand ! 

2  With  forests  huge,  of  dateless  time, 
Thy  will  has  hung  each  peak  sublime  ; 
But  withered  leaves  beneath  the  tree 
Have  tongues  that  tell  as  loud  of  thee. 

3  Teach  us  that  not  a  leaf  can  grow, 
Till  life  from  thee  within  it  flow ; 
That  not  a  grain  of  dust  can  be, 

O  Fount  of  being !  save  by  thee  ;  — 

4  That  every  human  word  and  deed, 
Each  flash  of  feeling,  will,  or  creed, 
Hath  solemn  meaning  from  above, 
Begun  and  ended  all  in  love. 


108.     7s.  M. 

1  Heralds  of  creation  !  cry,  — 

Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high ! 
Heaven  and  earth !  obey  the  call ; 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 

72 


ADORATION. 


2  Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above  ; 
Spirits  perfected  in  love ! 

Sun  and  moon !  your  voices  raise ; 
Sing,  ye  stars !  your  Maker's  praise. 

3  Earth !  from  all  thy  depths  below 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow ; 
Lightning,  vapor,  wind,  and  storm, 
Hail  and  snow  !  his  will  perform. 

4  High  above  all  height  his  throne  ; 
Excellent  his  name  alone  ; 

Him  let  all  his  works  confess ! 
Him  let  all  his  children  bless ! 

109.     H.  M. 

1  All,  from  the  sun's  uprise 

Unto  his  setting  rays, 
Resound  in  jubilees 
The  great  Creator's  praise. 
Him  serve  alone ; 
In  triumph  bring 
Your  gifts,  and  sing 
Before  his  throne ! 

2  Man  drew  from  man  his  birth ; 

But  God  his  noble  frame 
(Built  of  the  ruddy  earth) 
Filled  with  celestial  flame. 
His  sons  we  are. 
By  him  are  led, 
Preserved  and  fed 
With  tender  care. 


GOD. 

3  Then  to  his  portals  press 
In  your  divine  resorts ; 
With  thanks  his  power  profess, 
And  praise  him  in  his  courts. 
How  good !  how  pure ! 
His  mercies  last ; 
His  promise  past 
Is  ever  sure. 

110.     11  &  6s.  M. 

1  Almighty  One!  I  bend  in  dust  before  thee ; 

Even  so  veiled  cherubs  bend ; 
In  calm  and  still  devotion  I  adore  thee, 

All-wise,  all-present  Friend ! 
Thou  to  the  earth  its  emerald  robes  hast  given, 

Or  curtained  it  in  snow ; 
And  the  bright  sun,  and  the  soft  moon  in  heaven, 

Before  thy  presence  bow. 

2  Thou  Power  sublime  !    whose  throne  is  firmly 

seated 

On  stars  and  glowing  suns ; 
O,  could  I  praise  thee,  —  could  my  soul,  elated, 

Waft  thee  seraphic  tones,  — 
Had  I  the  lyres  of  angels,  —  could  I  bring  thee 

An  offering  worthy  thee,  — 
In  what  bright  notes  of  glory  would  I  sing  thee, 

Blest  notes  of  ecstasy ! 

3  Eternity !  Eternity !  how  solemn, 

How  terrible  the  sound  ! 
Here,  leaning  on  thy  promises,  —  a  column 
Of  strength,  —  may  I  be  found, 

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ADORATION. 

O,  let  my  heart  be  ever  thine,  while  beating, 
As  when  't  will  cease  to  beat ! 

Be  thou  my  portion,  till  that  awful  meeting 
When  I  my  God  shall  greet ! 

111.  L.  M. 

1  Great  God !  in  vain  man's  narrow  view 
Attempts  to  look  thy  nature  through  ; 
Our  laboring  powers  with  reverence  own 
Thy  glories  never  can  be  known. 

m 

2  Not  the  high  seraph's  mighty  thought, 
Who  countless  years  his  God  has  sought, 
Such  wondrous  height  or  depth  can  find, 
Or  fully  trace  thy  boundless  mind. 

3  And  yet  thy  kindness  deigns  to  show 
Enough  for  mortal  minds  to  know ; 
While  wisdom,  goodness,  power  divine, 
Through  all  thy  works  and  conduct  shine. 

4  O,  may  our  souls  with  rapture  trace 
Thy  works  of  nature  and  of  grace  ; 
Explore  thy  sacred  truth,  and  still 
Press  on  to  know  and  do  thy  will ! 

112.  7s.  M. 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord! 

Be  thy  glorious  name  adored ; 
Lord  !  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 

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GOD. 


2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  There  no  tongue  shall  silent  be ; 
All  shall  join  in  harmony  ; 

That,  through  heaven's  capacious  round 
Praise  to  thee  may  ever  sound. 

4  Lord  !  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

Be  thy  glorious  name  adored. 


113.     7s.  M. 

1  Let  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind ; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Let  us  sound  his  name  abroad, 
For  of  gods  he  is  the  God ; 
Who,  with  all-commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light ; 

3  Caused  the  golden-tressed  sun 
All  day  long  his  course  to  run ; 
And  the  moon  to  shine  by  night, 
'Mongst  her  spangled  sisters  bright. 

7C 


ADORATION. 


4  All  his  creatures  he  doth  feed  ; 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need ; 
Let  us,  therefore,  warble  forth 
His  high  majesty  and  worth. 


114.     C.  M. 

1  O  God  !  we  praise  thee,  and  confess 

That  thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  adored. 

2  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud ; 

To  thee  the  powers  on  high, 
Both  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry. 

3  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey ! 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  filled 
Of  thy  majestic  sway. 

4  The  apostles'  glorious  company, 

And  prophets,  crowned  with  light, 
With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  holy  Church  throughout  the  world, 

O  Lord !  confesses  thee, 
That  thou  eternal  Father  art, 
Of  boundless  majesty. 


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GOD. 


115.  C.  M. 

1  Shine  forth,  Eternal  Source  of  light ! 

And  make  thy  glories  known ; 
Fill  our  enlarged,  adoring  sight 
With  lustre  all  thine  own. 

2  Vain  are  the  charms  and  faint  the  rays 

The  brightest  creatures  boast ; 
And  all  their  grandeur  and  their  praise 
Is  in  thy  presence  lost. 

3  To  know  the  Author  of  our  frame 

Is  our  sublimest  skill ; 
True  science  is  to  read  thy  name, 
True  life  to  obey  thy  will. 

4  For  this  I  long,  for  this  I  pray, 

And  following  on  pursue, 
Till  visions  of  eternal  day 
Fix  and  complete  the  view. 

116.  L.  M. 

1  Let  one  loud  song  of  praise  arise 

To  God,  whose  goodness  ceaseless  flows ; 
Who  dwells  enthroned  above  the  sides, 
And  life  and  breath  on  all  bestows. 

2  Let  all  of  good  this  bosom  fixes 

To  him,  sole  good,  give  praises  due ; 
Let  all  the  truth  himself  inspires 
Unite  to  f  big  him  only  1i 


ADORATION. 


3  In  ardent  adoration  joined, 

Obedient  to  thy  holy  willr 
Let  all  our  faculties  combined 

Thy  just  commands,  O  God !  fulfil. 

4  O,  may  the  solemn  breathing  sound, 

Like  incense,  rise  before  thy  throne, 
Where  thou,  whose  glory  knows  no  bound, 
Great  Cause  of  all  things,  dwell'st  alone. 


117.     L.  M. 

1  Lift  up  your  hearts  !  Yes,  I  will  lift 

My  heart  and  soul,  dear  Lord,  to  thee, 
Who  every  good  and  perfect  gift 
Vouchsaf 'st  so  lavishly  and  free. 

2  All  that  is  best  from  thee  comes  down 

On  us,  with  rich  and  ample  store, 
Thy  bounteous  hands  our  wishes  crown 
With  good,  increasing  more  and  more. 

3  Then,  while  I  live,  with  ardent  eye 

Let  me  look  up  to  thee,  and  learn, 
From  blessings  here,  to  look  on  high, 
And  purer  blessings  there  discern ! 

4  All  thou  hast  given  is  thine,  then  take 

Me,  thine  own  gift,  for  all  thine  own, 
And  teach  me  every  day  to  make 
New  vows  of  love  to  thee  alone ! 


GOD. 


118.     L.  M. 

1  High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God ! 

Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 


119.     C.  M. 

1  Eternal  Source  of  life  and  light ! 

Supremely  good  and  wise  ! 
To  thee  we  bring  our  grateful  vows. 
To  thee  lift  up  our  eyes. 

2  Our  dark  and  erring  minds  illume 

With  truth's  celestial  rays ; 
Inspire  our  hearts  with  sacred  love, 
And  tune  our  lips  to  praise. 


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GOD'S  PRESENCE,  POWER,  AND 

WISDOM. 


120.     6s.  M. 

1  The  God  who  reigns  alone 

O'er  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky, 
Let  man  with  praises  own, 
And  sound  his  honors  high. 

2  Him  all  in  heaven  above, 

Him  all  on  earth  below, 
The  exhaustless  Source  of  love, 
The  great  Creator,  know. 

3  He  formed  the  living  flame, 

He  gave  the  reasoning  mind  , 
Then  only  he  may  claim 
The  worship  of  mankind. 

4  So  taught  his  only  Son, 

Blest  messenger  of  grace  ! 
The  Eternal  is  but  one, 
No  second  holds  his  place. 

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GOD. 

121.     C.  M. 

1  Jehovah  God !  thy  gracious  power 

On  every  hand  we  see  ; 
O,  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee ! 

2  If  on  the  wings  of  morn  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  hand  will  there  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thy  love  our  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies  ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 

On  thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 
Through  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  Father,  and  our  Friend ! 

122.    c.  P.  M. 

1  I  sing  of  God,  the  mighty  source 
Of  all  things,  the  stupendous  force 

On  which  all  things  depend  ; 
From  whose  right  arm,  beneath  whose  eyes, 
All  period,  power,  and  enterprise 

Commence,  and  reign,  and  end. 

2  The  world,  the  clustering  spheres,  he  made, 
The  glorious  light,  the  soothing  shade ; 

Dale,  plain,  and  grove  and  hill ; 

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god's  presence,  power,  and  wisdom. 

The  multitudinous  abyss, 
Where  nature  joys  in  secret  bliss, 
And  wisdom  hides  her  skill. 

3  Tell  them,  I  am,  Jehovah  said 

To  Moses,  while  earth  heard  in  dread, 

And,  smitten  to  the  heart, 
At  once  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  nature,  without  voice  or  sound, 

Replied,  O  Lord,  Thou  art  ! 


123.     L.  M. 

1  God  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole 
He  calms  the  tempest  of  the  soul : 

When  he  shuts  up  in  long  despair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  ? 

2  He  frowns,  and  darkness  veils  the  moon, 
The  fainting  sun  grows  dim  at  noon  ; 
The  pillars  of  heaven's  starry  roof 
Tremble  and  start  at  his  reproof. 

3  These  are  a  portion  of  his  ways : 
But  who  shall  dare  describe  his  face  ? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  stand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 


124.     L.  M. 

1  Great  Former  of  this  various  frame 
Our  souls  adore  thine  awful  name ; 

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HOD. 

And  bow,  and  tremble,  while  we  praise 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Our  days  a  transient  period  run, 
And  change  with  every  circling  sun  ; 
And,  in  the  firmest  state  we  boast, 
A  moth  can  crush  us  into  dust. 

3  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around  ; 
Let  death  consign  us  to  the  ground ; 
Let  the  last  general  flame  arise, 
And  melt  the  arches  of  the  skies  ; 

4  Calm  as  the  summer's  ocean,  we 
Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  see, 
While  grace  secures  us  an  abode, 
Unshaken  as  the  throne  of  God. 


125.     L.  M. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through  , 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 

My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand  ; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

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god's  presence,  power,    and  wisdom. 

4  O,  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

126.     L.  M. 

1  Searcher  of  hearts,  to  thee  are  known 

The  inmost  secrets  of  my  breast ; 
At  home,  abroad,  in  crowds,  alone, 

Thou  mark'st  my  rising  and  my  rest,  — 
My  thoughts  far  off,  through  every  maze, 
Source,  stream,  and  issue,  —  all  my  ways. 

2  How  from  thy  presence  should  I  go, 

Or  whither  from  thy  spirit  flee, 
Since  all  above,  around,  below, 

Exist  in  thine  immensity  ? 
If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  way, 
I  meet  thee  in  eternal  day  ;  — 

3  If  in  the  grave  I  make  my  bed, 

With  worms  and  dust,  lo  !  thou  art  there  ; 
If,  on  the  wings  of  morning  sped, 

Beyond  the  ocean  I  repair, 
I  feel  thine  all-controlling  will, 
And  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  still. 

4  Search  me,  O  God !  and  know  my  heart ; 

Try  me,  my  secret  soul  survey ; 
And  warn  thy  servant  to  depart 

From  every  false  and  evil  way  : 
So  shall  thy  truth  my  guidance  be 
To  life  and  immortality. 


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GOD. 


127.    c.  M. 

1  Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame, 

We  own  thy  power  divine  ; 
We  hear  thy  breath  in  every  storm, 
For  all  the  winds  are  thine. 

2  Wide  as  they  sweep  their  sounding  way, 

They  work  thy  sovereign  will ; 
And,  awed  by  thy  majestic  voice, 
Confusion  shall  be  still. 

3  Thy  mercy  tempers  every  blast 

To  those  who  seek  thy  face, 
And  mingles  with  the  tempest's  roar 
The  whispers  of  thy  grace. 

4  Those  gentle  whispers  let  me  hear, 

Till  all  the  tumult  cease, 
And  gales  of  paradise  shall  lull 
My  weary  soul  to  peace. 

128.     L.  M. 

1  Thy  ways,  O  Lord,  with  wise  design, 

Are  framed  upon  thy  throne  above, 
And  every  dark  or  bending  line 
Meets  in  the  centre  of  thy  love. 

2  My  favored  soul  shall  meekly  learn 

To  lay  her  reason  at  thy  throne  ; 
Too  weak  thy  secrets  to  discern, 
I  '11  trust  thee  for  my  guide  alone. 


god's  presence,  power,  and  wisdom. 


129.    c.  M. 

1  God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place, 

Looks  down  upon  the  spheres ; 
Yet  in  his  providence  and  grace 
To  every  eye  appears. 

2  He  bows  the  heavens  ;  the  mountains  stand, 

A  highway  for  our  God  : 
He  walks  amidst  the  desert-land ; 
'T  is  Eden  where  he  trod. 

3  The  forests  in  Ms  strength  rejoice  ; 

Hark !  on  the  evening  breeze, 
As  once  of  old,  the  Lord  God's  voice 
Is  heard  among  the  trees. 

4  If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair, 

Where  sin  and  death  abound, 
How  beautiful  beyond  compare 
Will  Paradise  be  found ! 


130.    c.  M. 

1  To  thee,  my  God,  my  days  are  known  , 

My  soul  enjoys  the  thought; 
My  actions  all  before  thy  face, 
Nor  are  my  faults  forgot. 

2  Each  secret  breath  devotion  breathes 

Is  vocal  to  thine  ear ; 
And  all  my  walks  of  daily  life 
Before  thine  eye  appear. 

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3  Each  golden  hour  of  beaming  light 

Is  gilded  by  thy  rays  ; 
And  dark  affliction's  midnight  gloom 
A  present  God  surveys. 

4  Full  in  thy  view  through  life  I  pass, 

And  in  thy  view  I  die  ; 
And,  when  each  mortal  bond  is  broke, 
Shall  find  my  God  is  nigh. 

131.     C.  M. 

1  Eternal  Wisdom !  thee  we  praise  ; 

Thee  the  creation  sings ; 
With  thy  great  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
And  heaven's  high  palace,  rings. 

2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spread  the  sky ! 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starred  with  sparkling  gold  ! 

3  The  noisy  winds  stand  ready  there 

Thy  orders  to  obey  ; 
With  sounding  wings  they  sweep  the  air, 
To  make  thy  chariot  way. 

4  There,  like  a  trumpet  loud  and  strong, 

Thy  thunder  shakes  our  coast, 
While  the  red  lightnings  wave  along,  — 
The  banners  of  thine  host. 

5  The  rolling  mountains  of  the  deep 

Observe  thy  strong  command  ; 


god's  presence,  power,  and  wisdom. 

Thy  breath  can  raise  the  billows  steep, 
Or  sink  them  to  the  sand. 

6  Infinite  strength  and  equal  skill 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad, 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God. 

132.     L.  M. 

1  Ere  mountains  reared  their  forms  sublime, 

Or  heaven  and  earth  in  order  stood, 
Before  the  birth  of  ancient  time, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 

2  A  thousand  ages,  in  their  flight, 

With  thee  are  as  a  fleeting  day ; 
Past,  present,  future,  to  thy  sight 
At  once  their  various  scenes  display. 

3  But  our  brief  life  's  a  shadowy  dream, 

A  passing  thought,  that  soon  is  o'er, 

That  fades  with  morning's  earliest  beam, 

And  fills  the  musing  mind  no  more. 

4  To  us,  O  Lord,  the  wisdom  give, 

Each  passing  moment  so  to  spend, 
That  wre  at  length  with  thee  may  live, 
Where  life  and  bliss  shall  never  end. 

133.    c.  M. 

1  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 

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GOD. 

To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest ; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they  're  formed  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 


134.     L.  M. 

1  ALL-powerful,  self-existent  God, 

Who  all  creation  dost  sustain  ! 
Thou  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come, 
And  everlasting  is  thy  reign. 

2  Fixed  and  eternal  as  thy  days, 

Each  glorious  attribute  divine, 
Through  ages  infinite,  shall  still 
With  undiminisked  lustre  shine. 


god's  presence,  power,  and  wisdom. 

3  Fountain  of  being !     Source  of  good  ! 

Immutable  thou  dost  remain  ! 
Nor  can  the  shadow  of  a  change 
Obscure  the  glories  of  thy  reign. 

4  Earth  may  with  all  her  powers  dissolve. 

If  such  the  great  Creator's  will ; 
But  thou  for  ever  art  the  same, 
I  am  is  thy  memorial  still. 


135.    c.  M. 

1  Beyond,  beyond  the  boundless  sea, 

Above  that  dome  of  sky, 
Farther  than  thought  itself  can  flee, 

Thy  dwelling  is  on  high  ; 
Yet  dear  the  awful  thought  to  me, 

That  thou,  my  God,  art  nigh. 

2  We  hear  thy  voice,  when  thunders  roll 

Through  the  wide  fields  of  air ; 
The  waves  obey  thy  dread  control ; 

Yet  still  thou  art  not  there. 
Where  shall  I  find  him,  O  my  soul, 

Who  yet  is  everywhere  ? 

3  O,  not  in  circling  depth  or  height, 

But  in  the  conscious  breast, 
Present  to  faith,  though  veiled  from  sight, 

There  does  his  spirit  rest. 
O,  come,  thou  Presence  Infinite, 

And  make  thy  creature  blest! 


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GOD'S  LOVE. 


136.    c.  M. 

1  O  gift  of  gifts!     O  grace  of  faith! 

My  God !  how  can  it  be 
That  thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 
Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me  ? 

2  How  many  hearts  thou  mightst  have  had 

More  innocent  than  mine! 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 
Of  that  sweet  touch  of  thine ! 

3  Ah,  Grace !  into  unlikeliest  hearts 

It  is  thy  boast  to  come, 
The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 
In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

4  The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross, 

Seem  trifles  less  than  light,  — 
Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low 
When  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 

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god's  love. 


5  O,  happy,  happy  that  I  am ! 
If  thou  canst  be,  O  Faith ! 
The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 
What  wilt  thou  be  in  death  ? 


137.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  God  is  love ;  his  mercy  brightens 

All  the  path  in  which  we  rove  ; 
Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens  : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move ; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

"Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove ; 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth . 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Everywhere  his  glory  shineth : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


138.    c.  M. 

1  Lord  !  thou  art  good  :  all  nature  shows 
Its  mighty  Author  kind ; 
Thy  bounty  through  creation  flows, 
Full,  free,  and  unconfined. 

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GOD. 


2  The  whole,  and  every  part,  proclaims 

Thine  infinite  good- will ; 
It  shines  in  stars,  and  flows  in  streams, 
And  blooms  on  every  hill. 

3  We  view  it  o'er  the  spreading  main, 

And  heavens  which  spread  more  wide  ; 
It  drops  in  gentle  showers  of  rain, 
And  rolls  in  every  tide. 

4  My  admiration  let  it  raise  ! 

My  best  affections  move ! 
Employ  my  tongue  in  songs  of  praise, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  love ! 


139.     7s.  M. 

1  Father  !  thy  paternal  care 

Has  my  guardian  been,  my  guide ! 
Every  hallowed  wish  and  prayer 

Has  thy  hand  of  love  supplied ; 
Thine  is  every  thought  of  bliss 

Left  by  hours  and  days  gone  by ; 
Every  hope  thy  offspring  is, 

Beaming  from  futurity. 

2  Every  sun  of  splendid  ray, 

Every  moon  that  shines  serene, 
Every  morn  that  welcomes  day, 

Every  evening's  twilight  scene, 
Every  hour  which  wisdom  brings, 

Every  incense  at  thy  shrine, 
These,  —  and  all  life's  holiest  things, 

And  its  fairest,  —  all  arc  thine. 

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3  And  for  all,  my  hymns  shall  rise 

Daily  to  thy  gracious  throne : 
Thither  let  my  asking  eyes 

Turn  unwearied,  —  righteous  One ! 
Through  life's  strange  vicissitude, 

There  reposing  all  my  care ; 
Trusting  still,  through  ill  and  good, 

Fixed,  and  cheered,  and  counselled  there. 


140.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Father,  source  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  above ; 
Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Didst  redeem  me  with  thy  love. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended, 

Safe  through  life  thus  far  I  've  come 
Safe,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 


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GOD. 


141.     8,  7,  &4s.  M. 


1  Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove  ; 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove ; 

But  no  changes 
Can  avert  the  Father's  love. 

2  Li  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright ; 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee  ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight : 

God  is  with  thee,  — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 


142.    c.  P.  M. 

1  My  God,  thy  boundless  love  I  praise  ; 
How  bright,  on  high,  its  glories  blaze, 

How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
It  streams  from  thine  eternal  throne  ; 
Through  heaven  its  joys  for  ever  run, 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 

2  'T  is  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborne, 

Their  genial  drops  distil : 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
And  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 


god's  love. 


!  >  Then  let  the  love  that  makes  me  blest 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude ; 
And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

My  soul's  eternal  good. 


143.     8s.  M. 

1  Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 

But  confident  in  self-despair  ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak ; 

Be  conquered  by  my  instant  prayer  : 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  Love. 

2  *T  is  Love !  't  is  Love  !  thou  diedst  for  me  ; 

I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart ; 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee  ; 

Pure,  universal  Love  thou  art : 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  mercies  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

3  My  prayer  hath  power  with  God ;  the  grace 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
Through  faith  I  see  thee  face  to  face  ; 

I  see  thee  face  to  face,  and  live ! 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 


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144.    L.  M. 

1  How  high  Thou  art !  our  songs  can  own 

No  music  Thou  couldst  stoop  to  hear ; 
But  still  the  Son's  expiring  groan 
Is  vocal  in  the  Father's  ear. 

2  How  pure  Thou  art !  our  hands  are  dyed 

With  curses,  red  with  murder's  hue  ; 
But  He  hath  stretched  His  hands  to  hide 
The  sins  that  pierced  them  from  thy  view. 

3  How  strong  Thou  art !  we  tremble  lest 

The  thunders  of  thine  arm  be  moved ; 
But  He  is  lying  on  thy  breast, 

And  thou  must  clasp  thy  Best-beloved ! 

4  How  kind  Thou  art !  Thou  didst  not  choose 

To  joy  in  Him  for  ever  so  ; 
But  that  embrace  thou  wouldst  not  lose 
For  vengeance,  didst  for  love  forego  ! 

5  High  God,  and  pure,  and  strong,  and  kind ! 

The  low,  the  foul,  the  feeble,  spare  ! 
Thy  brightness  in  His  face  we  find,  — 
Behold  our  darkness  only  there  ! 


145.     L.  M. 

1  What  would  we  give  to  our  beloved  ? 
The  hero's  heart  to  be  unmoved,  — 
The  poet's  star-tuned  harp  to  sweep, 

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The  senate's  shout  to  patriot  vows,  — 
The  monarch's  crown  to  light  the  brows  ? 
"  He  giveth  Ms  beloved  sleep." 

2  "  Sleep  soft,  beloved ! "  we  sometimes  say, 
But  have  no  power  to  charm  away 

Sad  dreams  that  through  the  eyelids  creep 
But  never  doleful  dream  again 
Shall  break  their  happy  slumber,  when 

"  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep." 

3  O  earth,  so  full  of  dreary  noise ! 

O  men,  with  wailing  in  your  voice  ! 
O  delved  gold,  the  wailer's  heap  ! 

0  strife,  O  curse,  that  o'er  it  fall ! 
God  makes  a  silence  through  you  all, 

And  giveth  his  beloved  sleep ! 

4  Yea !  men  may  wonder  while  they  scan,  — 
A  living,  thinking,  feeling  man 

In  such  a  rest  his  heart  to  keep ! 
But  angels  say,  —  and  through  the  word, 

1  ween,  their  blessed  smile  is  heard,  — 

"  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep." 


146.     L.  M. 

1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye : 
My  noonday  wants  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

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2  "When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloom  and  terror  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid 
And  guide  me  in  the  fearful  shade. 

147.    s.  M. 

1  The  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied  : 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear ; 

Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd  's  with  me  there. 

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148.     C.  M. 


1  When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I  'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 

With  health  renewed  my  face ; 
And,  when  in  sin  and  sorrow  sunk, 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 


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149.     L.  M. 


1  Snow  pity,  Lord!  O  Lord,  forgive; 
Let  a  repenting  sinner  live : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  the  contrite  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  A  broken  heart,  my  God  !  my  Kino- ! 
Is  all  the  offering  I  can  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

150.     L.  M. 

1  Forgive  us  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 
Our  multitude  of  sins  forgive  ! 
And  for  thy  own  possession  take, 

And  bid  us  to  thy  glory  live : 
Live  in  thy  sight,  and  gladly  prove 
Our  faith  by  our  obedient  love. 


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2  The  covenant  of  forgiveness  seal, 

And  all  thy  mighty  wonders  show ! 
Our  hidden  enemies  expel, 

And  conquering  them  to  conquer  go, 
Till  all  of  pride  and  sin  be  slain, 
And  not  one  evil  thought  remain. 

3  O,  put  it  in  our  inward  parts, 

The  living  law  of  perfect  love  ! 
Write  the  new  precept  on  our  hearts ; 

We  shall  not  then  from  thee  remove, 
But  in  thy  glorious  image  shine, 
Thy  people,  and  for  ever  thine. 

151.     C.  M. 

1  Searcher  of  hearts,  before  thy  face 

I  all  my  soul  display ; 
And,  conscious  of  its  innate  arts, 
Entreat  thy  strict  survey. 

2  If,  lurking  in  its  inmost  folds, 

I  any  sin  conceal, 
O,  let  a  ray  of  light  divine 
The  secret  guile  reveal. 

3  If  tinctured  with  that  odious  gall 

Unknowing  I  remain, 
Let  grace,  like  a  pure  silver  stream, 
Wash  out  the  hateful  stain. 

4  To  humble  penitence  and  prayer 

Be  gentle  pity  given  ; 
Speak  ample  pardon  to  my  heart, 
And  grant  an  inward  heaven. 

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152.     7s.  M. 

1  Blest  Instructor,  from  thy  ways 
Who  can  tell  how  oft  he  strays  ? 
Purge  me  from  the  guilt  that  lies 
Wrapt  within  my  heart's  disguise. 

2  Let  my  tongue,  from  error  free, 
Speak  the  words  approved  by  thee ; 
To  thine  all-observing  eyes 

Let  our  thoughts  accepted  rise. 

3  While  I  thus  thy  name  adore, 
And  thy  healing  grace  implore, 
Blest  Redeemer !  bow  thine  ear ; 
God,  my  strength !  propitious  hear. 


153.     7s.  M. 

1  Father,  when  in  dust  to  thee 
Low  we  bow  the  adoring  knee  ; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  sides 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes ; 
O,  by  all  the  pain  and  woe 
Suffered  by  thy  Son  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

2  By  his  birth  and  early  years, 
By  his  human  griefs  and  fears, 
By  his  fasting  and  distress 

In  the  lonely  wilderness, 

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By  his  victory  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  power ; 
Father,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

3  By  his  hour  of  dark  despair, 
By  his  agony  of  prayer, 
By  Ms  purple  robe  of  scorn, 
By  his  wounds  and  crown  of  thorn, 
By  his  cross,  his  pangs  and  cries, 
By  his  perfect  sacrifice  ; 
Father,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 


154.     L.  M. 

1  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven, 
The  new-born  peace  of  sin  forgiven  ! 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels  !  never  dimmed  your  sight. 

2  Ye  saw,  of  old,  on  chaos  rise 
The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies  : 

Ye  know  where  morn,  exulting,  springs, 
And  evening  folds  her  drooping  wings. 

3  Bright  heralds  of  the  Eternal  Will, 
Abroad  his  errands  ye  fulfil ; 

Or,  throned  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
Symphonious  in  his  presence  play. 

4  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  will  be  mine : 
Ye  on  your  harps  must  lean  to  hear 

A  secret  chord  that  mine  will  bear. 

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155.     L.  M. 

1  'T  is  not  Thy  chastening  hand  I  fear, 

For  that  is  love  and  mercy  still ; 
I  know  to  Thee  thy  child  is  dear, 

Howe'er  I  wander  from  thy  will ; 
I  fear  not  that  Thou  shouldst  depart, 
Only  that  I  should  close  my  heart ; 
Thy  love  hath  ever  flowed  to  me, 
But  I  am  cold  and  false  to  thee. 

2  O,  give  me  then  an  earnest  heart, 

Another's  woes  more  prompt  to  feel, 
And  let  my  wounds  more  keenly  smart, 

If  but  another's  I  may  heal ; 
Be  it  through  want,  or  woe,  or  pain, 
But  draw  me  to  thyself  again, 
And  let  me  feel  my  sins  forgiven ; 
I  dwell  with  Thee,  and  thus  in  heaven. 

156.    c.  M. 

1  Could  we  but  hear  all  nature's  voice, 

From  glowworm  up  to  sun, 
'T  would  speak  in  one  concordant  sound, 
Thy  will,  O  God,  be  done ! 

2  But  hark  !  a  sadder,  mightier  prayer, 

From  all  men's  hearts  that  live  : 
Thy  will  be  done  in  earth  and  heaven, 
And  thou  my  sins  forgive ! 


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'    157.     L.  M. 

1  Whither,  O,  whither  should  I  fly, 

But  to  my  loving  Father's  breast ; 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 

And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest ! 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 

Thy  ruling  providence  I  see  :  » 
Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 

But  thou,  O  God,  my  wisdom  art ; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run  ; 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

4  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 

Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  ; 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, 
The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone, 

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158.    s.  M. 

1  God,  who  is  just  and  kind, 
Will  those  who  err  instruct, 

And  in  the  paths  of  righteousness 
Their  wandering  steps  conduct. 

2  The  humble  soul  he  guides  ; 
Teaches  the  meek  his  way  ; 

Kindness  and  truth  he  shows  to  all 
Who  his  just  laws  obey. 

3  Give  me  the  tender  heart 
That  mingles  fear  with  love  ; 

And  lead  me  through  whatever  path 
Thy  wisdom  shall  approve. 

4  O,  ever  keep  my  soul 

From  error,  shame,  and  guilt ! 
Nor  suffer  the  fair  hope  to  fail, 
Which  on  thy  truth  is  built. 

159.     L,  M. 

1  Be  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go  ; 

Teach  me  what  thou  wouldst  have  me  do  ; 
Suggest  whate'er  I  think  or  say  ; 
Direct  me  in  thy  narrow  way. 

2  Prevent  me  lest  I  harbor  pride, 

Lest  I  in  mine  own  strength  confide ; 
Show  me  my  weakness,  let  me  see 
I  have  my  power,  my  all  from  thee. 


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3  Enrich  me  always  with  thy  love  ; 
.My  kind  protection  ever  prove ; 
Thy  signet  put  upon  my  breast, 
And  let  thy  Spirit  on  me  rest. 

4  O,  may  I  never  do  my  will, 
But  thine  and  only  thine  fulfil ; 
Let  all  my  time  and  all  my  ways 
Be  spent  and  ended  to  thy  praise. 


160.    c.  M. 

1  Thrice  happy  souls,  who,  born  from  heaven, 

While  yet  they  sojourn  here, 
Do  all  their  days  with  God  begin, 
And  spend  them  in  his  fear. 

2  'Midst  hourly  cares,  may  love  present 

Its  incense  to  thy  throne  ; 
And,  while  the  world  our  hands  employs, 
Our  hearts  be  thine  alone. 

3  As  different  scenes  of  life  arise, 

Our  grateful  hearts  would  be 
With  thee,  amidst  the  social  band, 
In  solitude  with  thee. 

4  In  solid,  pure  delights  like  these, 

Let  all  our  days  be  past ; 
Nor  shall  we  then  impatient  wish, 
Nor  shall  we  fear  the  last.       # 

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161.     8,  7,  &  4s.  M. 

1  Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land : 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  "When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current ; 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


162.     L.  M. 

1  My  Helper,  God  !  I  bless  thy  name  ! 
The  same  thy  power,  thy  grace  the  same  : 
The  tokens  of  thy  friendly  care 

Open,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amidst  ten  thousand  deaths  I  stand, 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand ; 

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And  sec,  when  I  survey  my  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thine  arm  hath  led  me  on  ; 
Thus  far  I  make  thy  mercy  known  ; 
And,  while  I  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  blessings  shall  new  songs  demand. 

163.     L.  M. 

1  Thus  far  on  life's  perplexing  path, 

Thus  far  thou,  Lord,  our  steps  hast  led, 
Snatched  from  the  world's  pursuing  wrath, 

Unharmed  though  floods  o'erhung  our  head . 
Like  ransomed  Israel  on  the  shore, 
Here  then  we  pause,  look  back,  adore. 

2  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 

Like  all  our  fathers,  in  their  day, 
We  to  the  land  of  promise  go, 

Lord,  by  thine  own  appointed  way : 
Still  guide,  illumine,  cheer  our  flight, 
In  cloud  by  day,  in  fire  by  night. 

3  When  we  have  numbered  all  our  years, 

And  stand  at  length  on  Jordan's  brink, 
Though  the  flesh  fail  with  mortal  fears, 

O,  let  not  then  the  spirit  sink  ; 
But  strong  in  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
Plunge  through  the  stream,  to  rise  above  ! 


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164.  L.  M. 

1  O  God,  the  Lord  of  place  and  time, 

Who  orderest  all  tilings  prudently ; 
Brightening  with  beams  the  opening  prime, 
And  glowing  in  the  mid-day  sky ; 

2  Quench  thou  the  fires  of  hate  and  strife, 

The  wasting  fever  of  the  heart, 
From  perils  guard  our  feeble  life, 
And  to  our  souls  thy  peace  impart. 

165.  L.  M. 

1  Thou,  who  canst  guide  the  wandering  star 

Through  trackless  realms  of  ether's  space, 
Who  calm'st  the  elemental  war, 

Whose  hand  from  pole  to  pole  I  trace,  — 

2  In  wisdom  Thou  hast  placed  me  here, 

Thou,  when  thou  wilt,  canst  take  me  hence ; 
Ah !  while  I  tread  this  earthly  sphere, 
Extend  to  me  thy  wide  defence. 

3  To  thee,  my  God,  to  thee  I  call ! 

Whatever  weal  or  woe  betide, 
By  thy  command  I  rise  or  fall, 
In  thy  protection  I  confide. 

4  If,  when  this  dust 's  to  dust  restored, 

My  soul  shall  float  on  airy  wing, 
How  shall  thy  glorious  name  adored 
Inspire  her  feeble  voice  to  sing  ! 

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166.     8,  6,  &  10s.  M. 

L     God  is  our  refuge  and  defence, 
Our  shield  his  dread  omnipotence. 
Earth  may  beneath  us  shrink, 

The  ancient  mountains  hoar 
Down  in  the  deep  tide  sink,  — 
Let  the  wild  deluge  roar ! 
Jehovah  is  our  refuge  and  defence ! 

I     There  is  a  river  calm  and  pure, 

Whose  streams  refresh  and  well  secure 
The  dwelling-place  of  God. 
Blest  city,  fair  and  bright, 
His  favored  saints'  abode, 

Where  the  Lord  reigns  in  light,  — 
No  foe  can  shake  his  strong  foundations  sure. 

>     God  is  our  refuge  and  our  shield, 
What  then  can  make  us  fear  or  yield  ? 
Wars  at  his  bidding  cease, 

He  breaks  the  bow  and  spear, 
He  reigns  in  truth  and  peace ; 
Let  all  adore  and  fear 
Our  God  and  Saviour,  Israel's  help  and  shield ! 


167.    c.  M. 

1  My  God!  my  Majesty  divine! 
My  very  presence  bright ! 
Thou  life,  thou  love,  thou  joy  of  mine ! 
My  soul's  own  Infinite ! 

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2  Art  thou  not  mine  ?  for  my  poor  sake, 

Dost  thou  not  wondrously  ? 
Dost  not  thou  of  thy  glory  take 
To  give  it  unto  me  ? 

3  Are  not  my  sins  the  witnesses 

That  thou  art  not  at  home  ? 
Doth  not  my  penitence  express 
That  thou  again  wilt  come  ? 

4  And  when  I  sorely  strove  with  sin, 

Wast  thou  not  strong  for  me  ? 
O,  did  we  not  together  win 
That  precious  victory  ? 

5  Waits  not  my  soul,  for  thee  to  show 

The  work  it  must  fulfil  ? 
Art  thou  not  hidden  in  my  woe  ? 
And  there  how  gracious  still ! 

6  When  fulness  of  delight  is  mine, 

Stands  not  thy  glory  by, 
And  helps  each  happy  hour  to  shine 
With  wondrous  radiancy  ? 

7  Thou  God  of  mine !  eternal  be 

The  fulness  of  thy  grace  ! 
O,  still  be  pleased  to  shine  in  me ! 
Keep,  keep  thy  dwelling-place ! 


168.    c.  M. 

1  In  lowliest  confidence  we  wait 
For  thine  appointed  day ; 

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"  Thy  kingdom  come !  thy  will  be  done !  " 
This  only  let  us  pray. 

2  Forgive  us,  Father,  O,  forgive 

Our  still  increasing  debt 
Of  sin,  as  we  forgiveness  grant 
To  those  who  us  forget. 

3  When  stormy  passion  o'er  the  brink 

Our  tossing  souls  would  urge, 
O,  lead  us  not  within  the  gulf 
Of  that  o'erwhelming  surge ! 

4  But  from  the  power  of  sin  and  death, 

The  soul's  worst  enemy, 
Deliver  us,  —  thou  who  alone 
Canst  set  the  prisoner  free. 


169.     L.  M. 

1  When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved, 

Out  from  the  land  of  bondage  came, 
Her  fathers'  God  before  her  moved, 
An  awful  guide,  in  smoke  and  flame. 

2  By  day,  along  the  astonished  lands 

The  cloudy  pillar  glided  slow ; 
By  night,  Arabia's  crimsoned  sands 
Returned  the  fiery  column's  glow. 

3  Thus  present  still,  though  now  unseen, 

When  brightly  shines  the  prosperous  day, 
Be  thoughts  of  thee  a  cloudy  screen, 
To  temper  the  deceitful  ray ! 

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4  And,  O,  when  gathers  on  our  path, 

In  shade  and  storm,  the  frequent  night, 
Be  thou,  long-suffering,  slow  to  wrath, 
A  burning  and  a  shining  light. 


170.     L.  M. 

1  Leader  of  Israel's  host,  and  guide 

Of  all  who  seek  the  land  above, 
Beneath  thy  shadow  we  abide, 

The  cloud  of  thy  protecting  love  ; 
Our  strength  thy  grace,  our  rule  thy  word, 
Our  end  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 

2  By  thine  unerring  spirit  led, 

We  shall  not  in  the  desert  stray ; 
We  shall  not  full  direction  need, 

Nor  miss  our  providential  way  ; 
As  far  from  danger  as  from  fear, 
While  love,  almighty  love,  is  near. 


171.     C.  M. 

1  Father  of  light!  conduct  my  feet 

Through  life's  dark,  dangerous  road ; 
Let  each  advancing  step  still  bring 
Me  nearer  to  my  God. 

2  Let  heaven-eyed  prudence^ be  my  guide  ; 

And  when  I  go  astray, 
Recall  my  feet  from  folly's  paths, 
To  wisdom's  better  way. 

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3  That  heavenly  wisdom  from  above 

Abundantly  impart ; 
And  let  it  guard,  and  guide,  and  warm, 
And  penetrate  my  heart, 

4  Till  it  shall  lead  me  to  thyself, 

Fountain  of  bliss  and  love ! 
And  all  my  darkness  be  dispersed 
In  endless  light  above. 


172.     L.  M. 

1  Through  all  the  various  shifting  scene 

Of  life's  mistaken  ill  or  good, 
Thy  hand,  O  God !  conducts  unseen 
The  beautiful  vicissitude.  «. 

2  Thou  givest,  with  paternal  care, 

Howe'er  unjustly  we  complain, 
To  all,  their  necessary  share 

Of  joy  and  sorrow,  health  and  pain. 

3  All  things  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 

On  thine  eternal  will  depend  ; 
And  all  for  greater  good  were  given, 
Would  man  pursue  the  appointed  end. 

4  Be  this  my  care !  —  to  all  beside 

Indifferent  let  my  wishes  be ; 
Passion  be  calm,  and  dumb  be  pride, 
And  fixed  my  soul,  great  God !  on  thee. 


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173.    CM. 

1  0,  help  us,  Lord!  each  hour  of  need 

Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  O,  help  us,  when  our  spirits  bleed, 

With  contrite  anguish  sore, 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
O,  help  us,  Lord,  the  more. 

3  O,  help  us  through  the  prayer  of  faith 

More  firmly  to  believe ; 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  he  shall  receive. 

4  O,  help  us,  Father !  from  on  high ; 

We  know  no  help  but  thee ; 
O,  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  thine  in  heaven  to  be. 


174.     L.  M. 

1  O  Tnou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee ; 
O,  burst  its  bonds,  and  set  it  free ! 

2  If  in  this  maze  of  life  I  stray, 

Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear. 

No  harm,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near 

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3  If  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
Or  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
O  God,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

4  If  rough  and  thorny  be  my  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
And  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

175.    s.  M. 

1  I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single,  steady  aim, 

Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward, 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name. 

2  Swift  to  my  rescue  come  ; 
Thine  own  this  moment  seize ; 

Gather  my  wandering  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace. 

3  Long  as  our  trials  last, 
Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 

O,  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast 
In  never-ceasing  prayer ! 

176.     7  &  6s.  M. 

1  To  the  haven  of  thy  breast, 
O  God  of  love,  I  fly ! 
Be  my  refuge  and  my  rest, 
Whene'er  the  storm  is  high. 

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GOD. 

2  In  the  day  of  my  distress, 

Thou  hast  my  succor  been  ; 
In  my  hour  of  helplessness, 
Restraining  me  from  sin. 

3  First  and  last,  in  me  perform 

The  work  thou  hast  begun : 
Be  my  shelter  from  the  storm, 
My  shadow  from  the  sun? 

4  O,  how  swiftly  dost  thou  move, 

In  every  trial  hour ! 
Still  protect  me  with  thy  love, 
And  shield  me  with  thy  power. 


177.    s.  M. 

1  O,  lead  me  to  the  Rock 
That 's  high  above  my  head, 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

2  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 
For  ever  I  '11  abide ; 

Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 


178.    c.  M. 

1  Author  of  good!  we  rest  on  thee; 
Thine  ever  watchful  eye 
Alone  our  real  wants  can  see, 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

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2  O,  let  thy  fear  within  us  dwell, 

Thy  love  our  footsteps  guide ! 
That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel ; 
That  fear  all  fears  beside. 

3  And  since,  by  passion's  force  subdued, 

Too  oft,  with  stubborn  will, 
We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good, 
And  grasp  the  specious  ill ; 

4  Not  what  we  wish,  but  what  we  want, 

Let  mercy  still  supply ; 
The  good,  unasked,  O  Father !  grant, 
The  ill,  though  asked,  deny. 


179.     7s.  M. 

1  They  who  on  the  Lord  rely 
Safely  dwell,  though  danger  's  nigh ; 
Lo,  his  sheltering  wings  are  spread 
O'er  each  faithful  servant's  head. 

2  When  they  wake,  or  when  they  sleep, 
Angel  guards  their  vigils  keep  ; 
Death  and  danger  may  be  near, 
Faith  and  love  have  naught  to  fear. 


180.    s.  M. 

1     'T  is  God  the  spirit  leads 
In  paths  before  unknown : 
The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours ; 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

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GOD. 


2  Assisted  by  his  grace, 
We  still  pursue  our  way ; 

And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

3  'T  is  he  that  works  to  will, 
'T  is  he  that  works  to  do ; 

He  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 


181.     L.  M. 

1  Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears, 
A  wild  of  cares,  and  toils,  and  tears, 
Where  foes  alarm,  and  dangers  threat, 
And  pleasures  kill,  and  glories  cheat ; 

2  Shed  down,  O  Lord !  a  heavenly  ray 
To  guide  me  in  the  doubtful  way ; 
And  o'er  me  hold  thy  shield  of  power, 
To  guard  me  in  the  dangerous  hour. 

3  Teach  me  the  flattering  paths  to  shun, 
In  which  the  thoughtless  many  run, 
Who  for  a  shade  the  substance  miss, 
And  grasp  their  ruin  in  their  bliss. 

4  May  never  pleasure,  wealth,  or  pride 
Allure  my  wandering  soul  aside  ; 
But  through  this  maze  of  mortal  ill, 
Safe  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  hill. 


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182.    c.  M. 

1  O  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  soul  to  thee  ; 
Tn  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  on  my  aching,  burdened  heart, 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
O,  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day : 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  When  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death 

I  wait  thy  just  decree, 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath, 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 


183.     L.  M. 

1  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  ; 

Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call ; 

My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guard  and  guide  me  through  the  storm ; 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill ; 
Control  the  waves ;  say,  "  Peace !  be  still !  " 

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GOD. 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Though  tempest-tost  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek ; 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 


184.     L.  M. 

1  Thou,  who,  upon  the  eternal  throne, 

Dost  weigh  the  fates  of  all  below, 
And  ever  wear'st  the  radiant  crown 

Of  worlds  unnumbered  round  thy  brow : 
Thy  wisdom  formed  the  plan  sublime 

Of  what  man's  future  course  shall  be  ; 
The  path  didst  show  which  I  must  climb 

To  reach  my  final  destiny. 

2  Till  then,  let  power  divine  protect, 

And  heavenly  peace  my  spirit  cheer, 
My  footsteps  here  below  direct, 

Till  I  before  thy  face  appear. 
The  present  seed  I  now  shall  sow 

To  ripen  for  eternity ; 
O,  let  it  to  perfection  grow, 

Then  take  thy  pilgrim  home  to  thee. 


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GOD  IN  NATURE. 


185.     7s.  M. 


1  Nature  with  eternal  youth 

Ever  bursts  upon  thy  sight, 
All  her  works  are  types  of  truth ! 
Mirrors  of  celestial  light ! 

2  But  the  soul,  when  veiled  in  sin, 

And  eclipsed  with  fear  and  doubt, 
From  the  darkened  world  within 

Throws  its  shade  on  that  without ;  — 

3  While  to  those  who,  pure  in  heart, 

For  the  truth  their  powers  employ, 
She  will  constant  good  impart, 
And  diffuse  perpetual  joy. 

4  If  the  mind  would  nature  see, 

Let  her  cherish  virtue  more ; 
Goodness  bears  the  golden  key 
That  unlocks  her  palace  door  ! 

II  *  IT. 


GOD. 


186.     L.  M. 

1  God  of  the  rolling  orbs  above, 

Thy  name  is  written  clearly  bright 
In  the  warm  day's  unvarying  blaze, 

Or  evening's  golden  shower  of  light : 
For  every  fire  that  fronts  the  sun, 

And  every  spark  that  walks  alone 
Around  the  utmost  verge  of  heaven, 

Were  kindled  at  thy  burning  throne. 

2  God  of  the  world,  the  hour  must  come, 

And  nature's  self  to  dust  return  ; 
Her  crumbling  altars  must  decay ; 

Her  incense-fires  shall  cease  to  burn  : 
But  still  her  grand  and  lovely  scenes 

Have  made  man's  warmest  praises  flow> 
For  hearts  grow  holier  as  they  trace 

The  beauty  of  the  world  below. 


187.     L.  M. 

1  O  Thou,  that  once  on  Horeb  stood 
Revealed  within  the  burning  tree, 
To-day,  as  well,  in  each  green  wood, 

Be  seen  by  hearts  that  yearn  for  thee. 
Each  shining  leaf  is  bright  with  God, 
Each  bough  a  prophet's  "  budding  rod," 
Each  by  thy  flaming  sun  illumed, 
Yet  each,  like  Horeb's,  unconsumed. 

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GOD    IN    NATURE. 

2  O  Thou,  whose  hand  poured  Jordan's  stream, 

Whose  angel-dove  hung  o'er  its  wave, 
To  hallow  with  a  heavenly  gleam 

The  Son  whose  love  a  world  would  save ;  — 
Bring  from  the  waters  at  our  side 
Some  whisper,  gentle  as  their  tide, 
Saying,  like  Christ  on  Galilee,  — 
That  holier  lake,  —  Peace,  Peace  to  thee  ! 

3  We  pray,  O  Lord,  who  touched  the  mount, 

We  pray  through  Him  who  stilled  the  sea,  — 
May  every  outward  sight  a  fount 

Of  inward  life  and  courage  be. 
The  radiant  bush,  the  white-winged  dove, 
The  fire  of  faith,  the  peace  of  love, 
Uplift  our  souls,  and  urge  them  on 
To  take  the  cross,  to  wear  the  crown. 


188.     8,  6,  &  4s.  M. 

1  Sweet  day !  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright, 

Bridal  of  earth  and  sky  ; 
The  dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night, 
For  thou  must  die ! 

2  Sweet  rose  !  in  air  whose  odors  wave, 

And  color  charms  the  eye  ; 
Thy  root  is  ever  in  its  grave, 
And  thou  must  die ! 

3  Sweet  spring !  of  days  and  roses  made, 

Whose  charms  for  beauty  vie  ; 
Thy  days  depart,  thy  roses  fade, 
For  thou  must  die  ! 

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GOD. 

4  Only  a  sweet  and  holy  soul 
Hath  tints  that  never  fly  ; 
While  flowers  decay,  and  seasons  roll, 
It  cannot  die. 

189.     7s.  M. 

1  Heaven  and  earth,  and  sea  and  air, 
God's  eternal  praise  declare ; 

Up,  my  soul !  awake  and  raise 
Grateful  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

2  See  the  sun,  with  glorious  ray, 
Pierce  the  clouds  at  opening  day ; 
Moon  and  stars,  in  splendor  bright, 
Praise  their  God  through  silent  night. 

3  See  how  earth,  with  beauty  decked, 
Tells  a  heavenly  Architect ; 
Woods  and  fields,  with  lowing  kine. 
Show  their  Maker  all  divine. 

4  See  the  birds,  how,  pair  by  pah*, 
Swift  they  cleave  the  yielding  air  ; 
Thunder,  lightning,  storm,  and  wind, 
God  doth  at  his  will  unbind. 

5  See  the  billows  tumbling  o'er, 
Charing  with  incessant  roar  ; 
Hear  them,  as  they  sink  and  swell, 
Loud  their  Maker's  praises  tell. 

6  Through  the  world,  great  God,  I  trace 
Wonders  of  thy  power  and  grace : 
Write  more  deeply  on  my  heart 
What  I  am,  and  what  thou  art. 


GOD    IN    NATURE. 


190.     9  &  8s.  M. 

1  The  sun  is  still  for  ever  sounding 

With  brother  spheres  his  rival  song, 
As  on  his  destined  journey  bounding, 
With  thunder  step  he  speeds  along. 

2  And  fleetly,  thought  surpassing,  fleetly 

The  earth's  green  pomp  is  spinning  round ; 
Where  Paradise  alternates  sweetly 
With  night  terrific  and  profound. 

3  There  foams  the  sea,  its  broad  wave  beating 

Against  the  tall  cliff's  rocky  base, 
And  rock  and  sea  away  are  fleeting 
In  everlasting  spheral  chase. 

4  And  storms  with  rival  fury  heaving 

From  land  to  sea,  from  sea  to  land, 
Still,  as  they  rave,  a  chain  are  weaving 
Of  deepest  efficacy  grand. 

5  There  burning  desolation  blazes, 

Precursor  of  the  thunder's  way, 
But,  Lord,  thy  servants  own  with  praises 
The  milder  movement  of  thy  day. 

6  The  sight  gives  angels  strength,  though  greater 

Than  angels'  utmost  thought  sublime  ; 
And  all  thy  wondrous  works,  Creator, 
Are  glorious  as  in  Eden's  prime ! 


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191.     C.  M. 

1  Unheard  the  dews  around  me  fall, 

And  heavenly  influence  shed  ; 
And,  silent  on  this  earthly  ball, 
Celestial  footsteps  tread. 

2  Night  reigns,  in  silence,  o'er  the  pole, 

And  spreads  her  gems  unheard ; 
Her  lessons  penetrate  the  soul, 
Yet  borrow  not  a  word. 

3  Noiseless  the  sun  emits  his  fire, 

And  pours  his  golden  streams  ; 
And  silently  the  shades  retire 
Before  his  rising  beams. 

4  O,  grant  my  soul  an  ear  to  hear 

Thy  deep  and  silent  voice  ; 
To  bend  in  lowly,  filial  fear, 
And  in  thy  love  rejoice. 

192.    c.  M. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  immortal  choirs, 

That  fill  the  worlds  above  ; 
Praise  him  who  formed  you  of  his  fires, 
And  feeds  you  with  his  love. 

2  Shine  to  his  praise,  ye  crystal  sides, 

The  floor  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  in  shade  your  thousand  eyes, 
Before  your  brighter  God. 

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3  Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  surging  seas, 

In  your  eternal  roar ; 
Let  wave  to  wave  resound  his  praise, 
And  shore  reply  to  shore. 

4  Wave  your  tall  heads,  ye  lofty  pines, 

To  Him  that  bids  you  grow ; 
Sweet  clusters,  bend  the  fruitful  vines 
On  every  thankful  bough. 

5  Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures  sing, 

Ye  mortals,  take  the  sound ; 
Echo  the  glories  of  your  King 
Through  all  the  earth  around. 


193.    c.  M. 

1  The  green  earth  sends  its  incense  up, 

From  every  mountain  shrine, 
From  every  flower  and  dewy  cup, 
That  greeteth  the  sunshine. 

2  The  clouds  weep  o'er  the  fallen  world, 

E'en  as  repentant  love, 
Ere,  to  the  blessed  breeze  unfurled, 
They  fade  in  light  above. 

3  The  sky  is  as  a  temple's  arch ; 

The  blue  and  wavy  air 
Is  glorious  with  the  spirit-march 
Of  messengers  of  prayer. 


GOD. 


4  The  gentle  moon,  Hie  kindling  sun, 
The  many  stars,  are  given, 
As  shrines  to  burn  earth's  incense  on, 
The  altar-fires  of  heaven. 


194.     L.  M. 

1  Father  of  lights  !  we  sing  thy  name, 

Who  kindlest  up  the  lamp  of  day ; 
Wide  as  he  spreads  his  golden  flame, 
His  beams  thy  power  and  love  display. 

2  Fountain  of  good !  from  thee  proceed 

The  copious  drops  of  genial  rain, 
Which  o'er  the  hill,  and  through  the  mead, 
Revive  the  grass,  and  swell  the  grain. 

3  O,  let  not  our  forgetful  hearts 

O'erlook  the  tokens  of  thy  care  ; 
But  what  thy  liberal  hand  imparts, 
Still  own  in  praise,  still  ask  in  prayer. 

4  So  shall  our  suns  more  grateful  shine, 

And  showers  in  sweeter  drops  shall  fall, 
When  all  our  hearts  and  lives  are  thine, 
And  thou,  O  God !  enjoyed  in  all. 


195.     8s.  M. 

1  Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever, 
Thou  of  life  the  Guard  and  Giver ! 
Thou  canst  guard  thy  creatures  sleeping, 
Heal  the  heart  long  broke  with  weeping : 

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God  of  stillness  and  of  motion, 
Of  the  desert  and  the  ocean, 
Of  the  mountain,  rock,  and  river, 
Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever ! 

2  Thou  who  slumberest  not,  nor  sleepest, 
Blest  are  they  thou  kindly  keepest. 
God  of  evening's  parting  ray, 
Of  midnight  gloom,  and  dawning  day, 
That  rises  from  the  azure  sea 
Like  breathings  of  eternity ; 
God  of  life  !  that  fade  shall  never, 
Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever ! 


196.     L.  M. 

L  The  turf  shall  be  my  fragrant  shrine  ; 
My  temple,  Lord,  that  arch  of  thine, 
My  censer's  breath  the  mountain  airs, 
And  silent  thoughts  my  only  prayers. 
My  choir  shall  be  the  moonlit  waves, 
When  murmuring  homeward  to  their  caves. 
Or  when  the  stillness  of  the  sea 
E'en  more  than  music  breathes  of  thee. 

2  I  '11  seek,  by  day,  some  glade  unknown, 
All  light  and  silence  like  thy  throne, 
And  the  pale  stars  shall  be,  at  night, 
The  only  eyes  that  watch  my  rite. 
Thy  heaven,  on  which  't  is  bliss  to  look, 
Shall  be  my  pure  and  shining  book, 
Where  I  can  read,  in  words  of  flame, 
The  glories  of  thy  wondrous  name. 

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GOD. 


3  There  's  nothing  bright,  above,  below, 

From  flowers  that  bloom,  to  stars  that  glow, 

But  in  its  light  my  soul  can  see 

Some  feature  of  thy  Deity. 

There  's  nothing  dark,  below,  above, 

But  in  its  gloom  I  trace  thy  love, 

And  meekly  wait  that  moment  when 

Thy  touch  shall  turn  all  bright  again. 

197.    c.  M. 

1  The  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might ; 

The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He  speaks,  and  in  the  heavenly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar  ; 
The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Ye  winds  of  night,  your  force  combine : 

Without  his  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar ; 

In  distant  peals  it  dies  ; 
He  binds  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend ;  in  reverence  bend ; 

Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 

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198.     L.  M. 

1  Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 

Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see  ; 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 

Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee  ; 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

2  When  day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 

Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 
And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze, 

Through  opening  vistas  into  heaven,  — 
Those  hues  that  mark  the  sun's  decline, 
So  soft,  so  radiant,  Lord,  are  thine. 

3  When  night,  with  wings  of  starry  gloom, 

O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies, 
Like  some  dark,  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 

Is  sparkling  with  unnumbered  eyes,  — 
That  sacred  gloom,  those  fires  divine, 
So  grand,  so  countless,  Lord,  are  thine. 

4  When  youthful  spring  around  us  breathes, 

Thy  spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh  ; 
And  every  flower  that  summer  wreathes 

Is  born  beneath  thy  kindling  eye : 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 


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199.    c.  M. 

1  There  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read, 

Which  heavenly  truth  imparts ; 

And  all  the  lore  its  scholars  need, 

Pure  eyes  and  Christian  hearts. 

2  The  works  of  God,  above,  below, 

Within  us  and  around, 
Are  pages  in  that  book,  to  show 
How  God  himself  is  found. 

3  The  glorious  sky,  embracing  all, 

Is  like  the  Father's  love  ; 
Wherewith  encompassed,  great  and  small 
In  peace  and  order  move. 

4  Two  worlds  are  ours  :  't  is  only  sin 

Forbids  us  to  descry 
The  mystic  heaven  and  earth  within, 
Plain  as  the  earth  and  sky. 

5  Thou  who  hast  given  me  eyes  to  sec 

And  love  this  sight  so  fair, 
Give  me  a  heart  to  find  out  thee, 
And  read  thee  everywhere. 


200.    c.  p.  M. 

1  Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay  ; 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 
And  praise  the  Almighty's  name. 

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GOD    IN    NATURE. 

Lo,  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise 
To  swell  the  inspiring  theme. 

2  Thou  heaven  of  heavens,  his  vast  abode, 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  Maker,  God ; 

Ye  thunders,  speak  his  power. 
Lo,  on  the  lightning's  rapid  wings 
In  triumph  rides  the  King  of  kings  : 

The  astonished  worlds  adore. 

3  Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows  rise 
To  join  the  thunders  of  the  sides, — 

Praise  Him  who  bids  you  roll. 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 
*        And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

4  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  reasoning  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ  : 
Spread  the  Creator's  name  around, 
Till  heaven's  wide  arch  repeat  the  sound,  - 

The  general  burst  of  joy. 


201.     7s.  M. 

1  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ! 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  All  that  Spring,  with  bounteous  hand. 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land,  — 

12  *  137 


GOD. 

All  that  liberal  Autumn  pours 
From  her  rich,  o'erflowing  stores,  — 

3  These  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  comforts  flow ! 
And  for  these,  in  happy  days, 

We  will  pay  our  grateful  praise. 

4  Grateful,  never-ending  praise, 
Lord,  to  thee  my  soul  shall  raise  ; 
And,  when  every  blessing 's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 


202.    L.  M. 

1  My  God !  all  nature  owns  thy  sway  ; 
Thou  giv'st  the  night  and  thou  the  day : 
When  all  thy  loved  creation  wakes, 
When  morningf  rich  in  lustre,  breaks, 
And  bathes  in  dew  the  opening  flower, 
To  thee  we  owe  her  fragrant  hour ; 
And  when  she  pours  her  choral  song, 
Her  melodies  to  thee  belong. 

2  Or  when,  in  paler  tints  arrayed, 

The  evening  slowly  spreads  her  shade. 
That  soothing  shade,  that  grateful  gloom, 
Can,  more  than  day's  enlivening  bloom, 
Still  every  fond  and  vain  desire, 
And  calmer,  purer  thoughts  inspire ; 
From  earth  the  longing  spirit  free, 
And  lead  the  softened  heart  to  thee. 

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GOD    IX    NATURE. 

3  As  o'er  thy  work  the  seasons  roll, 

And  soothe,  with  change  of  bliss,  the  soul, 
O,  never  may  their  smiling  train 
Pass  o'er  the  human  sense  in  vain  ! 
But,  oft  as  on  their  charms  we  gaze, 
Attune  the  wondering  soul  to  praise  ; 
And  be  the  joys  that  most  we  prize 
The  joys  that  from  thy  favor  rise  ! 

203.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Praise  the  Lord !  ye  heavens,  adore  him ; 

Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height ; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  him  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light! 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws  which  never  can  be  broken 
For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  glorious  ; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Hosts  on  high  his  power  proclaim ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Praise  and  magnify  his  name ! 


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GOD. 


204.    L.  M. 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
"With  all  the  blue,  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 

Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 

Doth  his  Creator's  power  display  ; 

And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth : 

Whilst  all  the  stars  which  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark,  terrestrial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  then*  radiant  orbs  be  found  ; 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 

And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice  ; 

For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 

"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


205.    c.  M. 

1  I  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise ; 

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I 


GOD    IN    NATURE. 

That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  1  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed, 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye ; 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky  ! 

5  There  >s  not  a  plant  or  flower  below, 

But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

6  Creatures,  as  numerous  as  they  be, 

Are  subject  to  thy  care ; 
There  's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee, 
But  God  is  present  there. 


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III. 


THE   WORD. 


143 


THE    WORD. 


206.    CM. 


1  Word  of  the  ever-living  God! 

Will  of  his  glorious  Son ! 
Without  thee  how  could  earth  be  trod, 
Or  heaven  itself  be  won  ? 

2  Yet,  to  unfold  thy  hidden  worth, 

Thy  mysteries  to  reveal, 
That  Spirit  which  first  gave  thee  forth 
Thy  volume  must  unseal ! 

3  And  we,  if  we  aright  would  learn 

The  wisdom  it  imparts, 
Must  to  its  heavenly  teaching  turn 
With  simple,  childlike  hearts  ! 

207.    S.  M. 

1     How  perfect  is  thy  word. 
And  all  thy  judgments  just! 
For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

13  145 


THE    WORD. 


2  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Arc  thy  directions  given ! 

O,  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

3  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 

4  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  spread  thy  praise  abroad ; 

Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Father  and  my  God. 


208.    L.  M. 

1  The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  ! 

In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand ; 
So,  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

3  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  Gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

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THE    WORD. 


4  Thy  richest  mercy  here  we  view, 

Li  souls  renewed,  and  sins  forgiven ; 
Lord !  cleanse  our  sins,  our  souls  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  our  guide  to  heaven 


209.    L.  M. 

1  Teach  me,  O,  teach  me,  Lord !  thy  way ; 
So  to  my  life's  remotest  day, 

By  thy  unerring  precepts  led, 

My  willing  feet  its  paths  shall  tread. 

2  Informed  by  thee,  with  sacred  awe 
My  heart  shall  meditate  thy  law  ; 
And,  with  celestial  wisdom  filled, 
To  thee  its  full  obedience  yield. 

3  Give  me  to  know  thy  words  aright, 
Thy  words,  my  soul's  supreme  delight ; 
That,  purged  from  thirst  of  gold,  my  mind 
In  them  its  better  wealth  may  find. 

4  O,  turn  from  vanity  mine  eye  ; 

To  me  thy  quickening  strength  supply ; 
And  with  thy  promised  mercy  cheer 
A  heart  dovoted  to  thy  fear. 

210.     L.  M. 

X   Upon  the  Gospel's  sacred  page 

The  gathered  beams  of  ages  shine ; 
\nd,  as  it  hastens,  every  age 
l>ut  makes  its  brightness  more  divine. 

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THE    WORD. 

2  On  mightier  wing,  in  loftier  flight, 

From  year  to  year  does  knowledge  soar, 
And,  as  it  soars,  the  Gospel  light 

Adds  to  its  influence  more  and  more. 

3  Truth,  strengthened  by  the  strength  of  thought, 

Pours  inexhaustible  supplies, 
Whence  sagest  teachers  may  be  taught, 
And  wisdom's  self  become  more  wise. 

4  More  glorious  still  as  centuries  roll, 

New  regions  blest,  new  powers  unfurled, 
Expanding  with  the  expanding  soul, 
Its  waters  shall  o'ernow  the  world ;  — 

5  Flow  to  restore,  but  not  destroy ; 

As  when  the  cloudless  lamp  of  day 
Pours  out  its  floods  of  light  and  joy, 
And  sweeps  each  lingering  mist  away. 


211.     C.  M. 

1  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun  : 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat : 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise ; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  sncli  a  bright  display, 


THE    WORD. 

As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
Till  glory  break  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


212.     L.  M. 

1  Lamp  of  our  feet !  whose  hallowed  beam 

Deep  in  our  hearts  its  dwelling  hath, 
How  welcome  is  the  cheering  gleam 

Thou  sheddest  o'er  our  lowly  path ! 
Light  of  our  way !  whose  rays  are  flung 

Li  mercy  o'er  our  pilgrim  road, 
How  blessed,  its  dark  shades  among, 

The  star  that  guides  us  to  our  God. 

2  In  the  sweet  morning's  hour  of  prime, 

Thy  blessed  words  our  lips  engage, 
And  round  our  hearths  at  evening  time 

Our  children  spell  the  holy  page ; 
The  w^aymark  through  long  distant  years, 

To  guide  their  wandering  footsteps  on, 
Till  thy  last  loveliest  beam  appears, 

Inscribed  upon  the  church-yard  stone. 

3  Lamp  of  our  feet !  which  day  by  day 

Are  passing  to  the  quiet  tomb, 
If  on  it  fall  thy  peaceful  ray, 

Our  last  low  dwelling  hath  no  gloom. 

13*  140 


THE     WORD. 


How  beautiful  their  calm  repose 

To  whom  thy  blessed  hope  is  given, 

Whose  pilgrimage  on  earth  is  closed 
By  the  unfolding  gates  of  heaven ! 


213.    c.  M. 

1  Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join 

To  form  one  perfect  book, 
Great  God,  if  once  compared  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiven, 

Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave ; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heaven. 

3  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteousness 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 


214.     S.  M. 

1     It  is  the  one  true  light, 

When  other  lamps  grow  dim, 

'T  will  never  burn  less  purely  bright, 
Nor  lead  astray  from  Him. 
It  is  Love's  blessed  band, 
That  reaches  from  the  throne 

To  him  —  whoe'er  he  be  —  whose  hand 
Will  seize  it  for  his  own ! 

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THE    WORD. 

2  It  is  the  golden  key 
Unto  celestial  wealth, 

Joy  to  the  sons  of  poverty, 
And  to  the  sick  man,  health ! 
The  gently  proffered  aid 
Of  one  who  knows  and  best 

Supplies  the  beings  he  has  made 
With  what  will  make  them  blest. 

3  It  is  the  sweetest  sound 
That  infant  years  can  hear, 

Travelling  across  that  holy  ground, 
With  God  and  angels  near. 
There  rests  the  weary  head, 
There  age  and  sorrow  go  ; 

And  how  it  smooths  the  dying  bed, 
O,  let  the  Christian  show ! 


215.     L.  M. 

1  God,  in  the  Gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known ; 
'T  is  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts , 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live ; 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

3  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls  ; 
It  brings  a  better  world  to  view, 

And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

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THE    WORD. 

4  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 

Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  my  eye, 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage. 

216.     H.  M. 

1  Mark  the  soft-falling  snow. 

And  the  descending  rain  ! 
To  heaven,  from  whence  it  fell, 

It  turns  not  back  again ; 
But  waters  earth  through  every  pore, 
And  calls  forth  all  her  secret  store. 

2  Arrayed  in  beauteous  green 

The  hills  and  valleys  shine, 
And  man  and  beast  are  fed 

By  providence  divine : 
The  harvest  bows  its  golden  ears, 
The  copious  seed  of  future  years. 

3  "  So,"  saith  the  God  of  grace, 

"  My  Gospel  shall  descend, 
Almighty  to  effect 

The  purpose  I  intend  ; 
Millions  of  souls  shall  feel  its  power, 
And  bear  it  down  to  millions  more." 

217.    S.  M. 

1     Behold,  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way ! 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 


THE    WORD. 


2  But  where  the  Gospel  comes, 
It  spreads  diviner  light ; 

It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  given ! 

O,  may  we  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

4  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 

218.    s.  m. 

1  Imposture  shrinks  from  light, 
And  dreads  the  curious  eye  ; 

But  sacred  truths  the  test  invite, 
They  bid  us  search  and  try. 

2  With  understanding  blest, 
Created  to  be  free, 

Our  faith  on  man  we  dare  not  rest, 
Subject  to  none  but  thee. 

3  Lord,  give  the  light  we  need ; 
With  soundest  knowledge  fill ; 

From  noxious  error  guard  our  creed, 
From  prejudice  our  will. 

4  The  truth  thou  shalt  impart, 
May  we  with  firmness  own ; 

Abhorring  each  evasive  art, 
And  fearing  thee  alone. 

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THE    WORD. 


219.    c.  M. 

1  Father  of  mercies !  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  Redeemer's  gentle  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around : 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  Divine  Instructor  !  gracious  Lord  ! 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  read  salvation  there. 


t  220.    c.  M. 

1  Lamp  of  our  feet!  whereby  we  trace 

Our  path,  when  wont  to  stray  ; 
Stream  from  the  fount  of  heavenly  grace ! 
Brook  by  the  traveller's  way ! 

2  Bread  of  our  souls !  whereon  we  feed ; 

True  manna  from  on  high  ! 
Our  guide,  and  chart!  wherein  we  read 
-   Of  realms  beyond  the  sky. 

i.-.i 


THE    WORD. 


3  Pillar  of  fire,  through  watches  dark ! 

Or  radiant  cloud  by  day ! 
When  waves  would  whelm  our  tossing  bark, 
Our  anchor  and  our  stay  ! 

4  Childhood's  preceptor  !  manhood's  trust ! 

Old  age's  firm  ally  ! 
Our  hope,  when  we  go  down  to  dust, 
Of  immortality! 


221.     7s.  M. 

1  Word  by  God  the  Father  sent, 
Lord  of  all,  Omnipotent! 
Word  for  sinners'  need  supplied, 
As  their  comfort  and  their  guide  ! 

2  Word  of  life,  both  pure  and  strong ! 
Word  for  which  the  heathen  long ! 
Spread  abroad,  till  out  of  night 

Ail  the  world  awake  to  light. 

3  Up !  for  lo,  earth's  surface  o'er, 
Waving  fields  with  ripening  store ! 
Countless  sheaves  are  spread  around. 
Few,  O,  few  the  reapers  found ! 

4  Lord  of  harvest,  great  and  kind ! 
Rouse  to  action  heart  and  mind  ; 
Let  the  gathering  nations  all 
See  thy  light  and  hear  thy  call. 


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THE    WORD. 


222.    L.  M. 

1  The  starry  firmament  on  high, 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky, 

Yet  shine  not  to  thy  praise,  O  Lord, 
So  brightly  as  thy  written  word : 
The  hopes  that  holy  word  supplies, 
Its  truths  divine  and  precepts  wise,  — 
In  each  a  heavenly  beam.  I  see, 
And  every  beam  conducts  to  thee. 

2  Almighty  Lord !  the  sun  shall  fail, 
The  moon  forget  her  nightly  tale, 
And  deepest  silence  hush  on  high 
The  radiant  chorus  of  the  sky ;  — 
But  fixed  for  everlasting  years, 
Unmoved  amid  the  wreck  of  spheres, 
Thy  word  shall  shine  in  cloudless  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  have  passed  away. 


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IV. 


CHRIST. 


I. 

ADVENT  AND  NATIVITY. 

(p.  159.) 
II. 

EVENTS   IN   CHRIST'S   MINISTRY. 

(p.  178.) 
III. 

OFFICES   TO  THE   SOUL. 

(p.  192.) 

IV. 

THE   CROSS. 

(p.  224.) 
14  157 


ADVENT  AND  NATIVITY. 


223.    P.  M. 

1  O  lovely  Voices  of  the  sky, 

Which  hymned  the  Saviour's  birth ! 
Are  ye  not  singing  still  on  high, 
Ye  that  sang,  "  Peace  on  earth  "  ? 
To  us  yet  speak  the  strains, 

Wherewith,  in  time  gone  by, 
Ye  blest  the  Syrian  swains, 
O  Voices  of  the  sky ! 

2  O  clear  and  shining  Light,  whose  beams 

That  hour  heaven's  glory  shed 
Around  the  palms,  and  o'er  the  streams, 
And  on  the  shepherds'  head ! 
Be  near,  through  life  and  death, 

As  in  that  holiest  night 
Of  hope,  and  joy,  and  faith ; 
O  clear  and  shining  Light ! 

3  O  Star  which  led  to  Him  whose  love 

Brought  down  man's  ransom  free ! 

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CHRIST. 


Where  art  thou  ?  —  'midst  the  host  above, 
May  we  still  gaze  on  thee? 
In  heaven  thou  art  not  set, 

Thy  rays  earth  may  not  dim ; 
Send  them  to  guide  us  yet, 
O  Star  which  led  to  Him ! 


224.    L.  M. 

1  When,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark !  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks,  — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark ; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  courage  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

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ADVENT    AND    NATIVITY. 

6  Now,  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever,  and  for  evermore,  — 

The  Star  —  the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 


225.    s.  M. 

1  Behold  the  sun,  how  bright 
From  yonder  east  he  springs, 

As  if  the  soul  of  life  and  light 
Were  breathing  from  his  wings. 

2  So  bright  the  Gospel  broke 
Upon  the  souls  of  men ; 

So  fresh  the  dreaming  world  awoke 
In  truth's  full  radiance  then. 

3  Before  yon  sun  arose, 

Stars  clustered  through  the  sky  ; 
But,  O,  how  dim,  how  pale,  were  those, 
To  his  one  burning  eye! 

4  So  truth  lent  many  a  ray, 
To  bless  the  pagan's  night ; 

But,  Lord,  how  faint,  how  cold,  were  they, 
To  thy  one  glorious  light! 


226.     6  &  4s.  M. 

1  Thou,  whose  almighty  word 

Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight ! 

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CHRIST. 

Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  Gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 
Let  there  be  light ! 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight ! 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Light  to  the  inly  blind, 
O,  now  to  all  mankind 

Let  there  be  light ! 

3  Descend  thou  from  above, 
Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 

Speed  on  thy  flight ! 
Move  o'er  the  waters'  face, 
Spirit  of  hope  and  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

Let  there  be  light ! 

227.    c.  M. 

1  Now  gird  your  patient  loins  again, 

Your  wasting  torches  trim  ! 
The  chief  of  all  the  sons  of  men, 

Shall  we  not  welcome  him  ? 
Fill  all  his  courts  with  sacred  songs, 

And  from  the  temple  wall 
Wave  garlands  o'er  the  joyful  throngs 

That  crowd  his  festival ! 

2  And  still  more  freshly  in  the  mind 

Store  up  the  hopes  sublime 

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Which  then  were  born  for  all  mankind, 

So  blessed  was  the  time ; 
And,  underneath  these  hallowed  eaves, 

A  Saviour  will  be  born 
In  every  heart  that  him  receives, 

On  his  triumphal  morn. 


228.     8  &  6s.  M. 

1  Depart  awhile,  each  thought  of  care, 

Be  earthly  things  forgotten  all, 
And  speak,  my  soul,  thy  grateful  prayer, 

Obedient  to  the  sacred  call. 
For  hark !  the  pealing  chorus  swells ; 

Devotion  chants  the  hymn  of  praise, 
And  now  of  joy  and  hope  it  tells, 

Till,  fainting  on  the  ear,  it  says,  — 
Glory  to  thee,  O  Lord ! 

2  Thine,  wondrous  babe  of  Galilee ! 

Fond  theme  of  David's  harp  and  song, 
Thine  are  the  notes  of  minstrelsy, 

To  thee  its  ransomed  chords  belong. 
And  hark !  again  the  chorus  swells, 

The  song  is  wafted  on  the  breeze, 
And  to  the  listening  earth  it  tells, 

In  accents  soft  and  sweet  as  these,  — 
Glory  to  thee,  O  Lord ! 

3  My  heart  doth  feel  that  still  he  's  near, 

To  meet  the  soul  in  hours  like  this  ; 
Else,  why,  O,  why,  that  falling  tear, 
When  all  is  peace  and  love  and  bliss  ? 

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CHRIST. 

But  hark!  that  Bethlehem  chorus  swells 
Anew  its  thrilling  vesper  strain, 

And  still  of  joy  and  hope  it  tells, 
And  bids  creation  sing  again, — 
Glory  to  thee,  O  Lord  ! 

229.     L.  ML 

1  O  day  to  which  the  seas  and  sky, 

And  earth  and  heaven,  glad  welcome  sing! 
O  day  which  healed  our  misery, 

And  brought  on  earth  salvation's  King ! 

2  Immortal  hope  of  all  mankind, 

In  whom  the  Father's  face  we  sec, 
To  him  this  day,  throughout  the  world, 
His  people  pour  their  prayers  through  thee 

3  And  we,  O  Lord,  whose  eyes  are  touched 

By  thine  own  beam  of  light  divine, 
Offer  our  songs  of  thankful  praise 
On  this  blest  natal  day  of  thine. 

230.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  the  angelic  host  rejoices ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy : 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory! 
Glorv  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

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3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good- will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found ; 
Souls  redeemed  and  sins  forgiven  ;  — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  "  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ! 
O,  receive  whom  God  appointed, 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King !  " 


231.    c.  M. 

i  While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  —  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind,  — 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind." 

3  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song  :  — 

4  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ! 
Good-will  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men. 
Begin  and  never  cease !  " 


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232.     8,  7,  &  4s.  M. 

1  Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 

Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth ! 
Ye,  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  : 

Come  and  worship,  — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing ; 
Yonder  shines  the  heavenly  light : 

Come  and  worship, — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

3  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly,  the  Lord  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear : 

Come  and  worship,  — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

4  Sinners,  bowed  in  true  repentance, 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence ; 
Mercy  calls  you  ;  break  your  chains : 

.Come  and  worship,  — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 


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233.    P.  M. 

1  Wake  !  the  welcome  day  appcareth, 
Every  heart  with  joy  it  cheereth  ! 
Wake  !  the  Lord's  great  year  behold  ! 
'That  which  holy  men  of  old, 

Those  who  throng  the  sacred  pages, 
Waited  for  through  countless  ages  : 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah ! 

2  Patriarchs  erst  and  priests  aspiring, 
Kings  and  prophets  long  desiring, 
Saw  not  this  before  they  died. 

Lo  the  Light  to  them  denied ! 
See  its  beams  to  earth  directed ! 
Welcome,  O  thou  long-expected ! 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah ! 

3  In  our  stead  himself  he  offers, 
On  the  accursed  tree  he  suffers, 
That  his  death's  sweet  savor  may 
Take  our  curse  for  aye  away, 
Cross  and  curse  for  us  enduring, 
Hope  and  heaven  to  us  securing : 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

4  Rent  the  temple  curtain's  centre  ; 
Come,  ye  nations,  freely  enter 
Through  the  veil  the  holy  place ! 
Freely  stand  before  his  face, 

Here  your  grateful  tributes  bringing  : 
( 'ome  thou  Bride,  for  ever  singing, 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah  ! 

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234.    C.  ML 

1  'T  was  ill  the  East,  the  mystic  East, 

Where  Time  his  race  began, 
And  new-born  nature  spread  the  feast 
For  new-created  man,  — 

2  The  tree  of  life  was  planted  first, 

So  holy  Scriptures  tell, 
Before  the  earth  with  sin  was  cursed, 
And  man  from  Eden  fell. 

3  That  tree  untasted  passed  away, 

And  sin  and  sorrow  grew  ; 
And  tarried  long  the  wished-for  day 
To  waiting  Israel  due  ;  — 

4  Till  from  the  land  where  Jordan  old 

Still  washes  Judah's  shore, 
Where  God's  own  hand  the  page  unrolled 
Of  Judah's  sacred  lore, 

5  Sprung,  to  requite  that  early  loss, 

From  David's  royal  root, 
Another  Tree,  whose  stem  the  cross, 
And  Christendom  its  fruit. 

6  Blest  be  the  Tree  of  life  divine ! 

The  hand  that  gave  it  blest ! 
Lord,  through  the  earth  extend  its  line, 
And  give  the  nations  rest ! 

7  In  us  implant  its  sacred  seed, 

And  with  thy  grace  bedew, 
And  let  it,  ripening  into  deed, 
For  aye  itself  renew. 

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235.    L.  M. 

1  When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still, 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill ; 

When  Bethlehem's  shepherds  through  the  night 
Watched  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light ;  — 

2  Hark  !  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound 

In  distant  hallelujahs  stole, 

Wild  murmuring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  "  O  Zion  !  lift  thy  waiting  eye, 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh  ; 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again, 

The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

4  "  He  comes,  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart, 
Bids  Satan  and  his  host  depart ; 

Again  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloorri." 


236.    11  &  10s.  M. 

I  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  bend  o'er  him,  in  slumber  reclining,  — 
Monarch,  Redeemer,  Restorer  of  all. 

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CHRIST. 


3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

.     Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure  ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 


237.    c.  M. 

1  John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face  ; 
The  herald  which  the  Prince  of  Peace 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

2  "  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,"  he  cries, 

"  That  takes  our  guilt  away ; 
I  saw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head, 
On  his  baptizing  day. 

3  "  Be  every  vale  exalted  high, 

Sink  every  mountain  low  ; 
The  proud  must  stoop,  and  humble  souls 
Shall  his  salvation  know. 

4  "  Behold  the  Morning  Star  arise, 

Ye  that  in  darkness  sit ; 
He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 


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238.    c.  M. 

1  Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 

Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-mantled  plains. 

2  Celestial  choirs  from  courts  above 

Shed  sacred  glories  there ; 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply  ; 
And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high. 

t  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 
There  comes  a  holier  calm, 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  "  Glory  to  God !  "  the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  ring, 
"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good- will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  Eternal  King !  " 

6  Light  on  thy  hills,  Jerusalem  ! 

The  Saviour  now  is  born  ! 
And  bright  on  Bethlehem's  joyous  plains 
Breaks  the  first  Christmas  morn. 


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239.    C.  M. 

1  We  come  not  with  a  costly  store, 

O  Lord,  like  them  of  old. 
The  masters  of  the  starry  lore. 

From  Ophir's  shore  of  gold ; 
No  weepings  of  the  incense-tree 

Are  with  the  gifts  we  bring, 
No  odorous  myrrh  of  Araby 

Blends  with  our  offering. 

2  But  still  our  love  would  bring  its  best ; 

A  spirit  keenly  tried 
By  fierce  affliction's  fiery  test, 

And  seven  times  purified  : 
The  fragrant  graces  of  the  mind, 

The  virtues  that  delight 
To  give  their  perfume  out,  will  find 

Acceptance  in  thy  sight. 


240.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1   Come,  thou  long-expected  Saviour, 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free, 
From  our  fears  and  sins  deliver, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee  : 
Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art, 
Dear  desire  of  every  nation, 

Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

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2  Born  thy  people  to  deliver  ; 

Born  a  child,  —  and  yet  a  King ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  precious  kingdom  bring 
By  thine  own  indwelling  spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 


241.    S.  M. 

1  Behold  the  Prince  of  Peace ! 
The  chosen  of  the  Lord, 

God's  well  beloved  Son,  fulfils 
The  sure  prophetic  word. 

2  No  royal  pomp  adorns 
This  King  of  Righteousness  ; 

But  meekness,  patience,  truth,  and  love 
Compose  his  princely  dress. 

3  The  spirit  of  the  Lord, 
In  rich  abundance  shed, 

On  this  great  prophet  gently  lights, 
And  rests  upon  his  head. 

4  Jesus,  thou  light  of  men  ! 
Thy  doctrine  life  imparts  : 

O,  may  we  feel  its  quickening  power, 
To  warm  and  glad  our  hearts ! 


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CHRIST, 


242.     7s.  M. 

1  Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far, 
Hail  the  long-expected  star  ! 
Star  of  truth  that  gilds  the  night, 
And  guides  bewildered  men  aright. 

2  INIild  it  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death 
Scattering  error's  wide-spread  night ; 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 


3  Nations  all,  remote  and  near, 
Haste  to  see  your  Lord  appear ; 
Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare, 
Meet  him  manifested  there  ! 

4  There  behold  the  day-spring  rise, 
Pouring  light  on  mortal  eyes ; 
See  it  chase  the  shades  away, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

243.    c.  M. 

1  Hark,  the  glad  sound!  the  Saviour  comes. 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ; 
Let  every  heart  a  throne  prepare, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  wretched  bondage  held  : 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

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3  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
Enrich  the  humble  poor. 

4  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace  ! 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

244.    S.  M. 

1  We  meditate  the  day 
Of  triumph  and  of  rest, 

When  shown  of  God,  and  shaped  in  clay, 
The  Word  was  manifest. 

2  The  angels  saw  and  sung ; 
Earth  listened  far  and  wide  ; 

Believed  and  preached,  —  a  faith,  —  a  tongue, 
The  Word  was  glorified. 

3  Lord,  give  it  gracious  sweep, 
And  here  its  errand  bless, 

Whose  mercy  sent  it  o'er  the  deep, 
To  glad  a  wilderness. 

4  Ray  out  its  starry  light, 
To  guide  our  pilgrim  way  ; 

A  sign  of  hope  through  this  world's  night, 
And  brighter  than  its  day. 

5  Again  thy  witness-voice  ! 
Again  thy  spirit-dove ! 

That  hearts  may  in  its  trust  rejoice, 
And  soften  with  its  love. 

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CHRIST. 


245.  c.  M. 

1  The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined 

Have  seen  a  glorious  light ; 
The  people  dwell  in  day,  who  dwelt 
In  death's  surrounding  night. 

2  To  hail  thy  rise,  thou  better  Sun, 

The  gathering  nations  come, 
Joyous  as  when  the  reapers  bear 
The  harvest  treasures  home. 

3  To  us  a  child  of  hope  is  born, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
Him,  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

4  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Whose  rule  shall  stretch  abroad, 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 

5  His  power,  increasing,  still  shall  spread  ; 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know ; 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above 
And  peace  abound  below. 

246.  L.  M. 

1   The  wondering  sages  trace  from  far, 
Bright  in  the  west,  a  morning  star  ; 
A  light  illumes  the  western  skies, 
Seen  never  in  the  east  to  rise. 

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2  Born  of  eternity,  its  rays 

A  glory  shed  on  human  ways  ; 
Its  brightness  chases  night  away, 
And  kindles  darkness  into  day. 

3  O  Jesus !  brightest  Morning  Star  ! 
This  earth  illumine  near^and  far, 
That  all  men  in  these  latter  days 

May  know  thee,  and  proclaim  thy  praise. 


247.     7s.  M. 

1  Wake  the  song  of  jubilee  ; 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea ! 

Now  is  come  the  promised  hour  ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  sovereign  power ! 

2  Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Yea,  the  whole  creation  sings,  — 
Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings ! 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 
With  supreme,  unbounded  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away 

4  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 
God  Omnipotent  shall  reign  ! 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main ! 


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248.    c.  M. 

1  See,  from  on  high,  a  light  divine 

On  Jesus'  head  descend  ! 
And  hear  the  sacred  voice  from  heaven, 
That  bids  us  all  attend. 

2  "  This  is  my  well-beloved  Son," 

Proclaimed  the  voice  divine  ; 
"  Hear  him,"  his  Heavenly  Father  said, 
"  For  all  his  words  are  mine." 

3  His  mission  thus  confirmed  from  heaven, 

The  great  Messiah  came, 
And  heavenly  wisdom  showed  to  man 
In  God  his  Father's  name. 

4  The  path  of  heavenly  peace  he  showed, 

That  leads  to  bliss  on  high  ; 
Where  all  his  faithful  followers  here 
Shall  live,  no  more  to  die. 

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events  in  Christ's  ministry. 


249.  L.  M. 

1  Messiah  Lord !  who,  wont  to  dwell 
In  lowly  shape  and  cottage  cell, 
Didst  not  refuse  a  guest  to  be 

At  Cana's  poor  festivity,  — 

2  O,  when  our  soul  from  care  is  free, 
Then,  Saviour,  would  we  think  on  thee ; 
And,  seated  at  the  festal  board, 

In  fancy's  eye  behold  the  Lord. 

3  Then  may  we  seem,  in  fancy's  ear, 
Thy  manna-dropping  tongue  to  hear, 
And  think,  —  "  If  now  his  searching  view 
Each  secret  of  our  spirit  knew !  " 

4  So  may  such  joy,  chastised  and  pure, 
Beyond  the  bounds  of  earth  endure 
Nor  pleasure  in  the  wounded  mind 
Shall  leave  a  rankling  sting  behind. 

250.  L.  M. 

1  Around  Bethesda's  healing  wave, 

Waiting  to  hear  the  rustling  wing, 
Which  spoke  the  angel  nigh,  who  gave 

Its  virtue  to  that  holy  spring, 
With  patience  and  with  hope  endued; 
Were  seen  the  gathered  multitude. 

2  Bethesda's  pool  has  lost  its  power  ! 

No  angel,  by  his  glad  descent, 

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CHRIST. 

Dispenses  that  diviner  dower, 

Which  with  its  healing  waters  went. 
But  he,  whose  word  surpassed  its  wave, 
Is  still  omnipotent  to  save. 

3  Saviour  !  thy  love  is  still  the  same 

As  when  that  healing  word  was  spoke ; 
Still  in  thine  all-redeeming  name 

Dwells  power  to  burst  the  strongest  yoke  ! 
O,  be  that  power,  that  love  displayed, 
Help  those  whom  thou  alone  canst  aid ! 


251.     L.  M. 

1  O'er  the  dark  wave  of  Galilee 

The  gloom  of  twilight  gathers  fast, 
And  on  the  waters  drearily 

Descends  the  fitful  evening  blast. 

2  The  weary  bird  hath  left  the  air, 

And  sunk  into  his  sheltered  nest ; 
The  wandering  beast  has  sought  his  lair, 
And  laid  him  down  to  welcome  rest. 

3  Still,  near  the  lake,  with  weary  tread, 

Lingers  a  form  of  human  kind ; 
And  on  his  lone,  unsheltered  head 

Flows  the  chill  night-damp  of  the  wind. 

4  Why  seeks  he  not  a  home  of  rest  ? 

Why  seeks  he  not  a  pillowed  bed  ? 
Beasts  have  their  dens,  the  bird  its  nest ; 
He  hath  not  where  to  lay  his  head 

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»5   Such  was  the  lot  he  freely  cho 

To  bless,  to  save  the.  human  race  ; 
And  through  his  poverty  there  flows 
A  rich,  full  stream  of  heavenly  grace. 

252.    L.  M. 

1  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
Hark !  all  the  tribes  hosanna  cry  ! 
Thy  humble  beast  pursues  his  road, 

With  palms  and  scattered  garments  strowed. 

2  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die ! 

O  Christ !  thy  triumphs  now  begin, 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

3  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty! 
The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 

Look  down  with  sad  and  wondering  eyes, 
To  see  the  approaching  sacrifice. 

4  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 

Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh ; 
The  Father  on  Ins  sapphire  throne 
Expects  his  own  anointed  Son  ! 


253.    c.  M. 

1  As  Jesus  sought  his  wandering  sheep, 
With  weary  toil  oppressed, 
He  came  to  Martha's  lowly  roof, 
A  loved  and  honored  guest. 

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2  While  Martha  serves  with  busy  feet, 

In  reverential  mood, 
Meek  Mary  sits  beside  the  Judge, 
And  feeds  on  heavenly  food. 

3  Yea,  Martha  soon  herself  shall  sit, 

The  eternal  word  to  hear, 
And  shall  forget  the  festal  board, 
To  feast  on  holier  cheer. 

4  Sole  rest  of  all  that  come  to  thee, 

O'er  all  our  works  preside, 
That  we  may  have  in  thee,  at  last, 
The  part  that  shall  abide. 

254.    L.  M. 

1  When  Jesus'  friend  had  ceased  to  be, 

Still  Jesus'  heart  its  friendship  kept. 
"  Where  have  ye  laid  him  ?  "  —  "  Come  and  sec  !  " 
But  ere  his  eyes  could  see,  they  wept. 

2  Lord  !  not  in  sepulchres  alone 

Corruption's  worm  is  rank  and  free  ; 
The  shroud  of  death  our  bosoms  own,  — 
The  shades  of  sorrow !     Come  and  sec  ! 

3  Come,  Lord  !  God's  image  cannot  shine 

Where  sin's  funereal  darkness  lowers ; 
Come  !  turn  those  weeping  eyes  of  thine 
Upon  these  sinning  souls  of  ours ! 

4  And  let  those  eyes,  with  shepherd  care, 

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EVENTS  IN  Christ's  .ministry. 

Till  love  the  strength  of  sorrow  wear, 
And  as  thou  weepedst,  we  may  weep  ! 

5  For  surely  we  may  weep  to  know 

So  dark  and  deep  our  spirits'  stain  ; 
That,  had  thy  blood  refused  to  flow, 
Thy  veiy  tears  had  flowed  in  vain. 

255.  L.  M. 

i  Lord  !  in  thy  garden  agony, 

No  light  seemed  on  thy  soul  to  break, 
No  form  of  seraph  lingered  nigh, 

Nor  yet  the  voice  of  comfort  spake,  — 

2  Till,  by  thine  own  triumphant  word, 

The  victory  over  ill  was  won  ; 
Till  the  sweet,  mournful  cry  was  heard, 
"  Thy  will,  O  God,  not  mine,  be  done !  " 

3  Lord,  bring  these  precious  moments  back, 

When,  fainting,  against  sin  we  strain  ; 
Or  in  thy  counsels  fail  to  track 

Aught  but  the  present  grief  and  pain. 

4  In  weakness,  help  us  to  contend ; 

In  darkness,  yield  to  God  our  will ; 
And  true  hearts,  faithful  to  the  end, 
Cheer  by  thine  holy  angels  still ! 

256.  L.  M. 

1   A  voice  upon  the  midnight  air, 

Where  Kedron's  moonlit  waters  stray, 

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Weeps  forth  in  agony  and  prayer, 
"  O  Father,  take  this  cup  away  ! " 

2  Ah,  thou  who  sorrow'st  unto  death ! 

We  conquer  in  thy  mortal  fray ; 
And  Earth  for  all  her  children  saith, 
"  O  God,  take  not  this  cup  away !  " 

3  O  Lord  of  sorrow !   meekly  die  ; 

Thou  'It  heal  or  hallow  all  our  woe ; 
Thy  name  refresh  the  mourner's  sigh, 
Thy  peace  revive  the  faint  and  low. 

4  Great  Chief  of  faithful  souls,  arise ! 

None  else  can  lead  the  martyr  band, 
Who  teach  the  brave  how  peril  flies, 
When  faith,  unarmed,  uplifts  the  hand. 

5  Thy  parting  blessing,  Lord,  we  pray  ; 

Make  but  one  fold  below,  above  ; 
And  when  we  go  the  last,  lone  way. 
O,  give  the  welcome  of  thy  love  ! 

257.    c.  M. 

1  Dark  was  the  night,  and  cold  the  ground, 

On  which  the  Lord  was  laid  ; 
His  sweat  like  drops  of  blood  ran  down ; 
In  agony  he  prayed,  — 

2  "  Father,  remove  this  bitter  cup, 

If  such  thy  sacred  will ; 
If  not,  content  to  drink  it  up, 
Thy  pleasure  I  fulfil." 

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3  Go  to  the  garden,  sinner  ;  see 

Those  precious  drops  that  flow  ; 
The  heavy  load  he  bore  for  thee, 
For  thee  he  lies  so  low. 

4  Then  learn  of  him  the  cross  to  bear ; 

Thy  Father's  will  obey  ; 
And,  when  temptations  press  thee  near, 
Awake  to  watch  and  pray. 


258.    L.  m. 

1  The  morning  dawns  upon  the  place 

Where  Jesus  spent  the  night  in  prayer  ; 
Through  brightening  glooms  behold  his  face, 
No  form  or  comeliness  is  there. 

2  Last  eve,  by  those  he  called  his  own 

Betrayed,  forsaken,  or  denied, 
He  met  his  enemies  alone, 

In  all  their  malice,  rage,  and  pride. 

o  But  hark !  he  prays,  —  't  is  for  his  foes  ; 
He  speaks,  —  't  is  comfort  to  his  friends ; 
Answers,  —  and  paradise  bestows  ; 

"  'T  is  finished  !  "  —  here  the  conflict  ends. 

4  "  Truly  this  was  the  Son  of  God  !  " 

Though  in  a  servant's  mean  disguise, 
And  bruised  beneath  the  Father's  rod, 
Not  for  himself,  —  for  man  he  dies. 

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259.     8  &  6s.  M. 

1  'T  was  the  day  when  God's  Anointed 
Died  for  us  the  death  appointed, 

Bleeding  on  the  dreadful  cross ; 
Day  of  darkness,  day  of  terror, 
Deadly  fruit  of  ancient  error, 

Nature's  fall,  and  Eden's  loss ! 

2  Haste,  prepare  the  bitter  chalice ! 
Gentile  hate  and  Jewish  malice 

Lift  the  royal  victim  high,  — 
Like  the  serpent  wonder-gifted 
Which  the  prophet  once  uplifted,  — 

For  a  sinful  world  to  die  ! 

3  Conscious  of  the  deed  unholy, 
Nature's  pulses  beat  more  slowly, 

And  the  sun  his  light  denied ; 
Darkness  wrapped  the  sacred  city, 
And  the  earth  with  fear  and  pity 

Trembled  when  the  Just  One  died. 

4  It  is  finished,  Man  of  sorrows  ! 
From  thy  cross  our  nature  borroAvs 

Strength  to  bear  and  conquer  thus. 
While  exalted  there  we  view  thee, 
Mighty  Sufferer,  draw  us  to  thee, 

Sufferer  victorious ! 

5  Not  in  vain  for  us  uplifted, 
Man  of  sorrows  wonder-gifted  ! 

May  that  sacred  symbol  be. 

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EVENTS    IN    CHRIST'S    MINISTRY. 

Eminent  amid  the  ages, 
Guide  of  heroes  and  of  sages, 
May  it  guide  us  still  to  thee ! 

6  Still  to  thee,  whose  love  unbounded 
Sorrow's  deep  for  us  hath  sounded, 

Perfected  by  conflicts  sore. 
Glory  to  thy  cross  for  ever ! 
Star  that  points  our  high  endeavor 

Whither  thou  hast  gone  before. 

260.    L.  M. 

1  "  'T  is  finished !  "  —  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head,  and  died : 

"  'T  is  finished !  "  — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  "  'T  is  finished  !  "  —  all  that  heaven  foretold 
By  prophets  in  the  days  of  old ; 

And  truths  are  opened  to  our  view, 
That  kings  and  prophets  never  knew. 

3  «  'T  is  finished !  "  —  Son  of  God,  thy  power 
Hath  triumphed  in  this  awful  hour ; 

And  yet  our  eyes  with  sorrow  see 
That  life  to  us  was  death  to  thee. 

4  "  'T  is  finished  !  "  —  let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  ; 
U'T  is  finished  !  "  —  let  the  triumph  rise, 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 


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261.     7s.  M. 

1  Angel,  roll  the  rock  away ! 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey ! 
See,  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  in  immortal  bloom. 

2  Powers  of  heaven,  seraphic  fires ! 
Sing  and  sweep  your  sounding  lyres ; 
Sons  of  men !  in  humble  strain, 
Sing  your  mighty  Saviour's  reign. 

3  Every  note  with  wonder  swell, 
And  the  Saviour's  triumph  tell : 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanquished  king  ? 


262.     7s.  M. 

1  Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  : 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and,  earth,  reply ! 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won  : 
Jesus'  agony  is  o'er, 

Darkness  veils  the  earth  no  more. 

o  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head ; 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise,  — 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

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events  in  Christ's  ministry. 


263.    CM. 

1  Ye  humble  souls,  that  seek  the  Lord, 

Chase  all  your  fears  away, 
And  bow  with  pleasure  down  to  see 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

2  Then  raise  your  eyes  and  tune  your  songs, 

The  Saviour  lives  again ! 
Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 
The  Conqueror  could  detain. 

3  High  o'er  the  angelic  bands,  he  rears 

His  once  dishonored  head  ; 
And  through  unnumbered  years  he  reigns, 
Who  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  With  joy  like  his,  shall  every  saint 

His  empty  tomb  survey  ; 
Then  rise  with  his  ascending  Lord, 
Through  all  his  shining  way. 


264.     6&4s.  M. 

1  On  earth  was  darkness  spread, 

One  boundless  night ; 
"  Let  there  be  light,"  God  said, 
And  there  was  light ! 

2  There  hung  a  deeper  gloom 

O'er  quick  and  dead, 
But  Jesus  burst  the  tomb, 
And  darkness  fled. 

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o  God  by  his  word  arrayed 
Darkness  with  light; 
God  by  his  Son  displayed 

Day  without  night. 

4  For  thee,  O  man!  arose 

Creation's  ray  ; 
For  thee,  too,  brighter  glow 
Salvation's  day. 

5  The  beams  first  poured  on  earth 

For  mortals  shone ; 
The  light  of  later  birth 
Immortals  own. 


265.    P.  M. 

1  Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  cannot  die. 

Vain  were  the  terrors  that  gathered  around  him. 
And  short  the  dominion  of  death  and  the  grave ; 

He  burst  from  the  fetters  of  darkness  that  bound  him, 
Resplendent  in  glory,  to  live  and  to  save. 

Loud  was  the  chorus  of  angels  on  high,  — 

"  The  Saviour  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not  die." 

2  Glory  to  God,  in  full  anthems  of  joy  ; 

The  being  he  gave  us,  death  cannot  destroy. 
Sad  were  the  life  we  must  part  with  to-morrow, 
If  tears  were  our  birthright,  and  death  were  our 
end; 
But  Jesus  hath  cheered  the  dark  valley  of  sorrow, 

And  bade  us,  immortal,  to  heaven  ascend. 
Lift,  then,  your  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not  di 

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266.     7  &  8s.  M. 

1  Jesus  lives !  no  longer  now 

Can  thy  terrors,  Death,  appall  me  ; 
Jesus  lives !  and  well  I  know, 

From  the  dead  he  will  recall  me ; 
Better  life  will  then  commence, 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 

2  Jesus  lives !  to  him  the  throne 

Over  all  the  world  is  given ; 
I  shall  go  where  he  is  gone, 

Live  and  reign  with  him  in  heaven  : 
God  is  pledged,  weak  doublings,  hence ! 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 

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3  Jesus  lives !  I  know  full  well, 

Naught  from  him  my  heart  can  sever ; 
Life  nor  death,  nor  powers  of  hell, 

Joy  nor  grief,  henceforth,  for  ever. 
God  will  power  and  grace  dispense, 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 

4  Jesus  lives !  henceforth  is  death 

Entrance  into  life  immortal ; 
Calmly  I  can  yield  my  breath, 

Fearless  tread  the  frowning  portal ; 
Thou,  when  faileth  flesh  and  sense 
Lord,  wilt  be  my  confidence  ! 


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267.     7s.  M. 

1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  : 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storms  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  stride : 

O,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternitv. 

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268.    L.  M. 


1  How  sweetly  flowed  the  Gospel's  sound 

From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place. 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 

To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 

Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest !  " 
Yes,  Sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

269.    L.  M. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word : 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

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4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  may  I  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


270.    75.  M. 

1  Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  temptation's  power. 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour : 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment  hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned ; 
O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall !  *. 

O  the  griefs  his  soul  sustained ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There,  admiring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

Love's  own  sacrifice  complete; 
"  It  is  finished,"  hear  him  cry  ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom  ; 

Who  has  taken  him  away? 
Christ  is  risen,  he  meets  our  eyes  : 
Saviour,  teaeli  us  so  to  ri 

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271.       L.    M. 

1  The  fiery  steed  and  flaming  car 

Stood  waiting  on  the  azure  road, 
To  take  the  blest  Elijah  far, 

To  him  who  called,  —  Elijah's  God. 

2  And  in  his  brother  prophet's  view, 

As  now  his  heavenward  course  he  bore, 
How  deep  the  joy  Elisha  knew, 
To  catch  the  sacred  robe  he  wore  ! 

3  Ascended  Saviour !  so  may  we 

,  Receive  thy  white  and  shining  dress, 
Stand  clothed  in  all  thy  purity, 
The  garment  of  thy  righteousness. 

4  And  thus,  by  thee  presented,  stand 

Within  our  gracious  Father's  sight, 
The  heirs  to  an  immortal  land 

Of  love,  and  peace,  and  joy,  and  light ! 

272.    c.  M. 

1  The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep, 

Each  wave  a  watery  hill : 
The  Saviour  wakened  from  his  sleep ; 
He  spake,  and  all  was  still. 

2  The  madman  in  a  tomb  had  made 

His  mansion  of  despair : 
Woe  to  the  traveller  who  strayed, 
With  heedless  footsteps,  there  ! 


CHRIST. 

3  He  met  that  glance  so  thrilling  sweet, 

He  heard  those  accents  mild ; 
And,  melting  at  Messiah's  feet, 
Wept  like  a  weaned  child. 

4  O  madder  than  the  raving  man ! 

O  deafer  than  the  sea ! 
How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 
To  call  in  vain  to  me ! 

5  Yet  could  I  hear  him  once  again, 

As  I  have  heard  of  old, 
Methinks  he  should  not  call  in  vain 
His  wanderer  to  the  fold. 

273.     6s.  M. 

1  Cheer  up,  desponding  soul, 

Thy  longing  pleased  I  see  : 
'T  is  part  of  that  great  whole, 
Wherewith  I  longed  for  thee  ! 

2  Wherewith  I  longed  for  thee, 

And  left  my  Father's  throne, 
From  death  to  set  thee  free, 
And  claim  thee  for  my  own ! 

3  To  claim  thee  for  my  own, 

I  suffered  on  the  cross ; 
O,  were  my  love  but  known, 
All  else  would  be  as  dross ! 

4  All  else  would  be  as  dross ! 

And  souls,  through  grace  divine, 
Would  count  their  gains  but  loss 
To  live  for  ever  mine ! 
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274.    c.  P.  M. 

1  O,  could  we  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
O,  could  we  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  our  Saviour  shine,      % 
We  'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings, 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  We  'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  :  j| 

In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
We  would,  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

3  O,  the  delightful  day  will  come, 

When  Christ  our  Lord  will  bring  us  home, 

And  we  shall  see  his  face ; 
Then,  with  our  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  we  '11  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 


275.    L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  thou  source  of  calm  repose, 
All  fulness  dwells  in  thee  divine  ; 
Our  strength,  to  quell  the  proudest  foes ; 
Our  light,  in  deepest  gloom  to  shine ; 
Thou  art  our  fortress,  strength,  and  tower, 
Our  trust  and  portion,  evermore. 

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CHRIST. 


2  Jesus,  our  Comforter  thou  art ; 

Our  rest  in  toil,  our  ease  in  pain ; 
The  balm  to  heal  each  broken  heart, 

In  storms  our  peace,  in  loss  our  gain ; 
Our  joy,  beneath  the  worldling's  frown  ; 
In  shame,  our  glory  and  our  crown ;  — 

3  In  want,  our  plentiful  supply  ; 

In  weakness,  our  almighty  power ; 
In  bonds,  our  perfect  liberty  ; 

Our  refuge  in  temptation's  hour  ; 
Our  comfort,  amidst  grief  and  thrall ; 
Our  life  in  death  ;  our  all  in  all. 


276.    L.  M. 

1  Thou  art  the  Way,  —  and  he  who  sighs 

Amid  this  starless  waste  of  woe, 
To  find  a  pathway  to  the  skies, 

A  light  from  heaven's  eternal  glow, 
By  thee  must  come,  thou  Gate  of  love, 

Through  which  the  saints  undoubting  trod, 
Till  faith  discovers,  like  the  dove, 

An  ark,  a  resting-place  in  God. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth, — whose  steady  day 

Shines  on  through  earthly  blight  and  bloom 
The  pure,  the  everlasting  ray, 

The  lamp  that  shines  even  in  the  tomb ; 
The  light  that  out  of  darkness  springs, 

And  guideth  those  that  blindly  go ; 
The  word  whose  precious  radiance  flings 

Its  lustre  upon  all  below. 

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OFFICES    TO    THE    SOUL. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life,  —  the  blessed  well, 

With  living  waters  gushing  o'er, 
Which  those  that  drink  shall  ever  dwell 

Where  sin  and  thirst  are  known  no  more. 
Thou  art  the  mystic  pillar  given, 

Our  lamp  by  night,  our  light  by  day ; 
Thou  art  the  sacred  bread  from  heaven ; 

Thou  art  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way. 


277.    L.  M. 

1  Tnou,  Lord!  by  mortal  eyes  unseen, 

And  by  thine  offspring  here  unknown, 
To  manifest  thyself  to  men, 

Hast  set  thine  image  in  thy  Son. 

2  O  Thou !  at  whose  almighty  word 

Fair  light  at  first  from  darkness  shone. 
Teach  us  to  know  our  glorious  Lord, 
And  trace  the  Father  in  the  Son. 

3  While  we  thine  image  there  displayed 

With  love  and  admiration  view, 
Form  us  in  likeness  to  our  Head, 
That  we  may  bear  thine  image  too 


278.    c.  M. 

How  blest  thy  creature  is,  O  God, 
When,  with  a  single  eye, 

He  views  the  lustre  of  thy  word, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 

109 


CHRJST. 

2  The  soul,  a  dreary  province  once 

Of  Satan's  dark  domain, 
Feels  a  new  empire  formed  within, 
And  owns  a  heavenly  reign. 

3  The  glorious  orb,  whose  golden  beams 

The  fruitful  year  control, 
Since  first,  obedient  to  thy  word, 
He  started  from  the  goal,  — 

4  Has  cheered  the  nations  with  the  joys 

His  orient  rays  impart : 
But,  Jesus,  't  is  thy  light  alone 
Can  shine  upon  the  heart. 

279.  -  L.  M. 

1  Long  as  the  darkening  cloud  abode, 

So  long  did  ancient  Israel  rest ; 
Nor  moved  they,  till  the  guiding  Lord 
In  brighter  garments  stood  confessed. 

2  Father  of  spirits,  Light  of  light, 

Lift  up  the  cloud,  and  rend  the  veil ; 
Shine  forth  in  fire  amid  that  night 

Whose  blackness  makes  the  heart  to  fail. 

3  'T  is  done!  to  Christ  the  power  is  given  ; 

His  death  has  rent  the  veil  away ; 
Our  great  Forerunner  entered  heaven, 
And  oped  the  gate  of  endless  day. 

4  Adoring  nations  hail  the  dawn. 

All  kingdoms  bless  the  noontide  beam, 
And  light,  unfolding  life's  full  morn, 
Is  vast  creation's  deathless  theme. 

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OFFICES    TO    THE    SOUL. 


280.     7s.  M. 

1  Come  !  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice ; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home ; 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come  ! 

2  Thou  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  wrastc, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste ! 

3  Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain ; 

Ye,  whose  swollen  and  sleepless  eyes 
Watch  to  see  the  morning  rise  ; 

4  Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn, 
Here  repose  your  heavy  care : 
Who  the  stings  of  guilt  can  bear  ? 

5  Sinner,  come !  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound  , 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

281.    s.  M. 

1     O,  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam ; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

201 


CIIKIST. 


2  Behold  the  ark  of  God ; 
Behold  the  open  door ; 

O,  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode. 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more ! 

3  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 
There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 

And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 


282.    L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  and  can  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Scorned  be  the  thought  by  rich  and  poor ; 
My  soul  shall  scorn  it  more  and  more. 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  sins  to  wash  away, 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  joys  to  crave, 
And  no  immortal  soul  to  save. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ? 
No ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Till  then,  —  nor  is  the  boasting  vain,  — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ; 

And  O,  may  this  my  portion  be, 
That  Saviour  's  not  ashamed  of  me ! 


202 


OFFICES    TO    THE    SOUL. 


283.    c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  thine  all-victorious  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad : 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fixed  in  God. 

2  My  steadfast  heart,  from  falling  free, 

Shall  then  no  longer  move  ; 
But  God  be  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  all  my  heart  be  love. 

284.     7s.  M.     ' 

1  Earth    has  nothing  sweet  or  fair, 
Lovely  forms  or  beauties  rare, 
But  before  my  eyes  they  bring 
Christ,  of  beauty  Source  and  Spring. 

2  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  golden  sunbeams  rise, 
Then  my  Saviour's  form  I  find 
Brightly  imaged  on  my  mind. 

3  When  the  day-beams  pierce  the  night, 
Oft  I  think  on  Jesus'  light, 

Think  how  bright  that  light  will  be, 
Shining  through  eternity. 

4  Come,  Lord  Jesus  !  and  dispel 
This  dark  cloud  in  which  I  dwell, 
And  to  me  the  power  impart 

To  behold  thee  as  thou  art. 

2on 


■  MIKIPT. 


285.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee ; 
I  am  poor,  despised,  forsaken, — 
Thou  henceforth  my  all  shalt  be. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

It  has  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue. 

3  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 
Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 

4  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 

5  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  with  faith,  and  winged  with  prayer 
An  eternal  day  before  thee 

Waits  for  God  to  guide  thee  there. 

286.     7s.  M. 

1  When,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be 
Perfectly  resigned  to  thee  ? 
Poor  and  vile  in  my  own  eyes, 
Only  in  thy  wisdom  wise  ? 

•201 


OFFICES    TO    THE    SOUL. 

2  Only  thee  content  to  know, 
Ignorant  of  all  below  ? 
Only  guided  by  thy  light  ? 
Only  mighty  in  thy  might  ? 

3  So  I  may  thy  spirit  know, 
Let  it  as  it  listeth  blow : 
Let  the  manner  be  unknown, 
So  I  may  with  thee  be  one  ;  — 

4  Fully  in  my  life  express 
All  the  heights  of  holiness ; 
Sweetly  let  my  spirit  prove 
All  the  depths  of  humble  love. 

287.    cm. 

1  O,  see  how  Jesus  trusts  himself 

Unto  our  childish  love, 
As  though  by  his  free  ways  with  us 
Our  earnestness  to  prove  ! 

2  His  sacred  name  a  common  word 

On  earth  he  loves  to  hear  ; 
There  is  no  majesty  in  him 

Which  love  may  not  come  near. 

3  The  light  of  love  is  round  his  feet, 

His  paths  are  never  dim  ; 
And  he  comes  nigh  to  us  when  we 
Dare  not  come  nigh  to  him. 

4  Let  us  be  simple  with  him,  then, 

Not  backward,  stiff,  or  cold, 
As  though  our  Bethlehem  could  be 
What  Sinai  was  of  old. 

18  205 


CHRIST. 


288.  L.M. 

1  Come,  O  thou  universal  good ! 

Balm  of  the  wounded  conscience,  come ! 
Haven  to  take  the  shipwrecked  in, 

My  everlasting  rest  from  sin  ! 

2  Come,  O  my  comfort  and  delight ! 

My  strength,  and  health,  and  shield,  and  snu, 
My  boast,  my  confidence,  and  might, 
My  joy,  my  glory,  and  my  crown. 

289.  c.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 

With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind ! 

3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart! 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  art! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  Ah !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show, 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is. 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

20G 


OFFICES    TO     THE    SOUL. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  thou, 
As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be  ; 
Jesus,  be  thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 


290.    cm. 

i   ()  Jesus,  Lord  of  all  below, 
Thou  fount  of  life  and  fire, 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 
All  that  we  can  desire. 

2  May  every  heart  confess  thy  name, 

And  ever  thee  adore, 
And,  seeking  thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  thee  more  and  more. 

3  Thee  may  our  tongue  for  ever  bless, 

Thee  may  we  love  alone, 

And  ever  in  our  lives  express 

The  image  of  thine  own. 


291.     7s.  M. 

1  Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 

Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise  ! 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night ; 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near ! 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear ! 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  mom, 

If  ihy  life  is  hid  from  me ; 

207 


CHRIST. 


4 


Joyless  is  the  clay's  return, 

Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see  ; 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Warmth  and  gladness  to  my  heart. 

3  Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine  ; 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief ; 
Fill  me,  radiant  Sun  divine  ; 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief; 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 


292.     7  &  6s.  M. 

1  My  spirit  longeth  for  Thee 

To  dwell  within  my  breast 
Although  I  am  unworthy 
Of  so  divine  a  Guest ! 

2  Of  so  divine  a  Guest 

Unworthy  though  I  be, 
Yet  hath  my  heart  no  rest 
Until  it  come  to  Thee ! 

3  Until  it  come  to  Thee, 

In  vain  I  look  around  ; 
In  all  that  I  can  see, 
No  rest  is  to  be  found  ! 

4  No  rest  is  to  be  found, 

But  in  thy  bleeding  love  : 
O,  let  my  wish  be  crowned, 
And  send  it  from  above  ! 

20« 


OFFICES    TO    THE    SOIL. 


293.    c.  M. 

1  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  he  went  through  before  : 
He  that  into  God's  kingdom  comes 
Must  enter  by  this  door. 

2  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  hath  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  must  thy  glory  be  ? 

3  Then  I  shall  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  those  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

4  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ; 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
But 't  is  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  him  ! 


294.    L.  M. 

L  ;*  See  how  he  loved!"  exclaimed  the  Jews, 
As  tender  tears  from  Jesus  fell ; 
My  grateful  heart  the  thought  pursues, 
And  on  the  theme  delights  to  dwell. 

2  See  how  he  loved,  —  who  travelled  on, 
Teaching  the  doctrine  from  the  skies  ; 
Who  bade  disease  and  pain  begone, 
\iid  called  the  sleeping  dead  to  rise. 

I  -  *  209 


CHRIST. 


3  See  how  he  loved,  —  who  never  shrank 

From  toil  or  danger,  pain  or  death  ; 
Who  all  the  cup  of  sorrow  drank, 
And  meeldy  yielded  up  his  breath. 

4  Such  love  can  we,  unmoved,  survey  ? 

O,  may  our  breasts  with  ardor  glow, 
To  tread  his  steps,  his  laws  obey, 
And  thus  our  warm  affections  show ' 

295.    L.  M. 

1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 
That  in  thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 

In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God ! 

2  O,  who  like  thee  so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light  ? 
O,  who  like  thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  O,  who  like  thee  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs,  of  men  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  The  bending  angels  stooped  to  sec 
The  lisping  infant  clasp  thy  knee, 
And  smile,  as  in  a  father's  eye, 
Upon  thy  mild  divinity. 

5  And  death,  which  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang  and  scoff  and  scorn  to  thee ; 
Yet  love  through  all  thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  thy  life-blood  flowed. 

210 


OFFICES    TO    THE    SOUL. 


236.    10s.  M. 


1   O  thou  great  Friend  to  all  the  sons  of  men, 

Who  once  appearedst  in  humblest  guise  below, 
Sin  to  rebuke,  to  break  the  captive's  chain, 

And   call   thy  brethren   forth  from   want   and 


woe, 


2  We  look  to  thee !  thy  truth  is  still  the  light 

Which   guides   the  nations,  groping   on   their 
way, 
Stumbling  and  falling  in  disastrous  night, 
Yet  hoping  ever  for  the  perfect  day. 

3  Yes !  thou  art  still  the  Life ;  thou  art  the  Way 

The  holiest  know ;  —  Light,  Life,  and  Way  of 

heaven ! 
And  they  who  dearest  hope,  and  deepest  pray, 
Toil  by  the  light,  life,  way,  which  thou  hast 

given. 


297.    L.  M. 

1  To  thee,  O  God !  we  homage  pay, 
Source  of  the  light  that  rules  the  day ! 
Who,  while  he  gilds  all  nature's  frame, 
Reflects  thy  rays  and  speaks  thy  name. 

2  In  louder  strains  we  sing  that  grace 
Which  gives  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Whose  nobler  light  salvation  brings, 
And  scatters  healing  from  his  wings. 

211 


CHRIST. 

3  Still  on  our  hearts  may  Jesus  shine 
With  beams  of  light  and  love  divine  ; 
Quickened  by  him,  our  souls  shall  live, 
And  cheered  by  him  shall  grow  and  thrive. 

4  O,  may  his  glories  stand  confessed, 
From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west ; 
Successful  may  his  Gospel  run, 

Wide  as  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 


298.    CM. 

1  Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke  ;  — 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  the  innumerable  host 

Of  angels,  clothed  in  light ! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 
Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight ! 

4  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 


5112 


OFFICES    TO     THE    SOUL. 


299.    s.  M. 

1  The  law  by  Moses  came  ; 
But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love 

Were  brought  by  Christ,  —  a  nobler  name, 
Descending  from  above. 

2  Amidst  the  house  of  God 
Their  different  works  were  done  ; 

Moses  a  faithful  servant  stood, 
But  Christ  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  strict  obedience  paid  ; 

O'er  all  his  Father's  house  he  stands 
The  Sovereign  and  the  Head. 

300.     7s.  M. 

1  Saviour  of  the  sin-sick  soul, 
Give  me  faith  to  make  me  whole  ! 
Finish  thy  great  work  of  grace, 
Cut  it  short  in  righteousness. 

2  Speak,  the  second  time,  "  Be  clean ! " 
Take  away  my  inbred  sin  ; 

Every  stumbling-block  remove ; 
Cast  it  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  Nothing  less  will  I  require, 
Nothing  more  can  I  desire  : 
None  but  Christ  to  me  be  given ; 
None  but  Christ  in  earth  or  heaven  ! 

213 


C II  III  ST. 


4  O  that  I  might  now  decrease ! 
O  that  all  I  am  might  cease ! 
Let  me  into  nothing  fall, 
Let  my  Lord  be  all  in  all! 


301.    s.  M. 

1  Jesus,  I  fain  would  find 
Thy  zeal  for  God  in  me, 

Thy  yearning  pity  for  mankind, 
Thy  burning  charity. 

2  In  me  thy  spirit  dwell ! 
In  me  thy  mercy  move  ! 

So  shall  the  fervor  of  my  zeal 
Be  the  pure  flame  of  love. 


302.     7s.  M. 

1  Pilgrim,  burdened  with  thy  sin, 

Come  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 
There,  till  mercy  speaks  within, 

Knock  and  weep,  and  watch  and  wait ; 
Knock,  —  he  knows  the  sinner's  cry  ; 

Weep,  —  he  loves  the  mourner's  tears  ; 
Watch,  —  for  saving  grace  is  nigh  ; 

Wait,  —  till  heavenly  grace  appears. 

2  Hark ;  it  is  the  Saviour's  voice, 

"  Welcome,5  pilgrim,  to  thy  rest !  " 
Now  within  the  gate  rejoice, 

Safe  and  owned,  and  bought  ;\w<\  hirst  ; 

914 


offices  to  Tin-,  sour- 
Safe  from  fill  ihe  lures  of  vice, 

Owned  by  joys  the  contrite  know. 
Bought  by  love,  and  life  the  price. 

Blest  the  mighty  debt  to  owe. 

3  Holy  pilgrim,  what  for  thee 

In  a  world  like  this  remains  ? 
From  thy  guarded  breast  shall  flee 

Fear  and  shame,  and  doubt  and  pains ; 
Fear  the  hope  of  heaven  shall  flee, 

Shame  from  glory's  view  retire, 
Doubt  in  full  belief  shall  die, 

Pain  in  endless  bliss  expire. 


303.    L.  M. 

1  Come,  Jesus  !  come  !  return  again  ; 

With  brighter  beam  thy  servants  bless, 
Who  long  to  feel  thy  perfect  reign, 
And  share  thy  kingdom's  happiness  ! 

2  A  feeble  race,  by  passion  driven, 

In  darkness  and  in  doubt  we  roam, 
And  lift  our  anxious  eyes  to  heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  harbor,  and  our  home. 

3  Yet,  'mid  the  wild  and  wintry  gale, 

When  death  rides  darkly  on  the  sea, 
And  strength  and  earthly  daring  fail, 
Our  hopes,  Redeemer,  rest  on  thee  ! 


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CHRIST. 


304.    L.  M. 

1  The  sage  his  cup  of  hemlock  quaffed, 
And  calmly  drained  the  fatal  draught : 
Such  pledge  did  Grecian  justice  give 
To  one  who  taught  men  how  to  live. 

2  The  Christ,  in  piety  assured, 

The  anguish  of  his  cross  endured  : 
Such  pangs  did  Jewish  bigots  try 
On  him  who  taught  us  how  to  die. 

3  Mid  prison-walls,  the  sage  could  trust 
That  men  would  grow  more  wise  and  just ; 
From  Calvary's  mount,  the  Christ  could  see 
The  dawn  of  immortality. 

4  Who  know  to  live,  and  know  to  die, 
Their  souls  are  safe,  their  triumph  nigh : 
Power  may  oppress,  and  priestcraft  ban  ; 
Justice  and  faith  are  God  in  man. 


305.     8  &  7s.  M.  (Peculiar.) 

1   Head  of  the  Church  triumphant, 

We  joyfully  adore  thee; 
Till  thou  appear,  thy  members  here 

Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory : 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 

With  blest  anticipation ; 
And  cry  aloud,  and  give  to  God 

The  praise  of  our  salvation. 

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OFFICES    TO    THE    SOUL. 

2  Thou  dost  conduct  thy  people 

Through  torrents  of  temptation  ; 
Nor  will  we  fear,  while  thou  art  near, 

The  fire  of  tribulation  : 
The  world,  with  sin  and  Satan, 

In  vain  our  march  opposes  ; 
By  thee  we  shall  break  through  them  all, 

And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 

3  By  faith  we  see  the  glory 

To  which  thou  shalt  restore  us  ; 
The  cross  despise  for  that  high  prize 

Which  thou  hast  set  before  us  : 
And  if  thou  count  us  worthy, 

We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 
Shall  see  thee  stand,  at  God's  right  hand, 

To  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

306.    c.  M. 

1  Thou,  O  my  Jesus,  thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace  ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear, 
And  manifold  disgrace,  — 

2  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless, 

And  sweat  of  agony, 
Yea,  death  itself;  and  all  for  one 
That  was  thine  enemy. 

3  Then,  why,  O  blessed  Jesus  Christ, 

Should  I  not  love  thee  well  ? 
Not  for  the  hope  of  winning  heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell ; 

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4  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 
Not  seeking  a  reward  ; 
But  as  thyself  hast  loved  me, 


O  ever-loving  Lord. 


307.      6,10,  &  4s.  M. 

1  Saviour  and  dearest  friend, 

Who  dying  groaned  for  me, 
Thoughtless  of  self,  all  weakness  do  I  bend 
At  thought  of  thee. 

2  O,  didst  thou  weep  my  tears  ? 

Then  will  I  weep  no  more  ; 
The  anguish  I  have  felt  for  bitter  years 
Pierced  thee  before. 

3  My  sorrows  hast  thou  borne, 

Sinless  and  Crucified! 
Trembling,  I  thank  thee,  and  no  more  will  mourn, 
Since  thou  hast  died. 

4  Bowing  unto  the  storm 

That  beats  upon  my  head, 
I  see  thy  pitying,  perfect-fashioned  form 
Suffering  instead. 

5  Thine  is  the  heart  thus  bought ; 

I  cannot  call  it  mine  ; 
Perish  ambition !  be  each  hope,  each  thought, 
Henceforth  divine! 


OFFICES    TO    THE    SOUL. 


308.     7s.  M. 


1  Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord ! 
'T  is  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word. 
Jesus  speaks,  and  says  to  thee, 

"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

2  "  I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  bleeding  healed  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death." 

4  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore ; 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

309.     7s.  M. 

1  Feeble,  helpless,  how  shall  I 
Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die  ? 
Who,  O  God,  my  guide  shall  be  ? 
Who  shaU  lead  thy  child  to  thee  ? 

2  Blessed  Father,  gracious  One, 
Thou  hast  sent  thy  holy  Son  ; 
He  will  give  the  light  I  need, 
He  my  trembling  step?  will  lead. 

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CHRIST. 

3  Through  this  world,  uncertain,  dim, 
Let  me  ever  learn  of  him ; 

From  his  precepts  wisdom  draw, 
Make  his  life  my  solemn  law. 

4  Thus  in  deed,  and  thought,  and  word, 
Led  by  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord, 

In  my  weakness,  thus  shall  I 
Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die. 


310.     L.  M. 

1  1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  — 
"What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead ; 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  Head ! 

2  He  lives,  to  bless  me  with  his  love  ; 
He  lives,  to  plead  for  me  above  ; 
He  lives,  my  hungry  soul  to  feed ; 
He  lives,  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

3  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath  ; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death  ; 
He  lives,  my  mansion  to  prepare  ; 
He  lives,  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

4  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name  ; 

He  lives,  my  Saviour,  still  the  same  ; 
"What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives, — 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ! 


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OFFICES    TO     THE    SOUL. 


311.     7s.  M. 


1  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ! 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  thy  law's  demands  : 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  f 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace  ; 
Foul,  I  to  thy  fountain  fly  ; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die ! 

4  Whilst  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eye-strings  break  in  death, 
When  I  soar  through  tracts  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment-throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


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CHRIST. 


312.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Saviour,  source  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays  ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Didst  redeem  me  with  thy  blood. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended, 

Safe  through  life  thus  far  I  've  come 
Safe,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 


313.     6  &  4s.  M. 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  Divine ! 
Lord,  hear  me  while  1  pray  ; 
"  Take  all  my  guilt  away ! " 
O,  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine ! 


OFFICES    TO    THE    SOUL. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O,  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be,  — 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love. 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
O,  bear  me  safe  above,  — 

A  ransomed  soul. 


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314.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend : 
Here  alone  I  find  my  heaven, 

Humbly  on  the  Lamb  to  gaze  ; 
Feel  how  much  has  been  forgiven, 

To  his  own  eternal  praise ! 

2  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

Here  I  '11  spend  my  latest  breath ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death  : 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go, 
Prove  each  day  his  wounds  more  healing, 

And  himself  more  deeply  know ! 

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Tin;    CROSS. 


315.     8,  6,  &  4s.  M. 

1  Father,  who  in  the  olive  shade, 

When  the  dark  hour  came  on, 
Didst,  with  a  breath  of  heavenly  aid, 
Strengthen  thy  Son,  — 

2  O,  by  the  anguish  of  that  night, 

Send  us  down  blest  relief ; 
Or,  to  the  chastened,  let  thy  might 
Hallow  this  grief! 

3  And  thou,  that,  when  the  starry  sky 

Saw  the  dread  strife  begun, 
Didst  teach  adoring  faith  to  cry, 
"  Thy  will  be  done ! "  — 

4  By  thy  meek  spirit,  thou  of  all 

That  e'er  have  mourned,  the  chief, 
Blest  Saviour,  if  the  stroke  must  fall, 
Hallow  this  grief ! 

316.     L.  M. 

1  By  sufferings  only  can  we  know 

The  nature  of  the  life  we  live ; 
The  temper  of  our  souls  they  show, 

How  true,  how  pure,  the  love  we  give. 
To  leave  my  love  in  doubt  would  be 
No  less  disgrace  than  misery ! 

2  I  welcome,  then,  with  heart  sincere, 

The  cross  my  Saviour  bids  me  take ; 

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CHRIST. 

No  load,  no  trial,  is  severe, 

That 's  borne  or  suffered  for  his  sake : 
And  thus  my  sorrow  shall  proclaim 
A  love  that 's  worthy  of  the  name. 

317.    s.  M. 

1  Behold  the  amazing  sight, 
The  Saviour  lifted  high ! 

Behold  the  Father's  chief  delight 
Expire  in  agony ! 

2  For  love  of  us  he  bled, 
And  all  in  torture  died ; 

'T  was  love  that  bowed  his  fainting  head, 
And  oped  his  gushing  side. 

3  In  him  bur  hearts  unite, 
Nor  share  his  grief  alone, 

But  from  his  cross  pursue  their  flight 
To  his  triumphant  throne. 


318.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

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2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me ; 
Lo!  it  glows  with  peace  and  jov 

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THE    CROSS. 


3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 


Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
rom  the  cross  the  radiance  str 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 


4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 
By  the  cross  are  sanctified ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

319.  L.  M. 

1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

3  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

320.  7s.  M. 

1  'T  is  my  happiness  below, 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  lo- 


CHRIST. 


2  Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
Bring  me  to  my  Father's  feet, 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 


321.     L.  M. 

1  Is  it  not  strange,  the  darkest  hour 

That  ever  dawned  on  sinful  earth 
Should  touch  the  heart  with  softest  power, 
And  give  our  sweetest  comforts  birth  ? 

2  That  to  the  cross  our  eyes  should  turn 

For  cheering  light,  and  strength  to  save, 
Sooner  than  where  the  Easter  sun 
Shines  glorious  on  the  open  grave  ? 

3  Yet  so  it  is :  for  duly  there 

The  storms  of  life  are  lulled  to  rest ; 
Stilled  by  the  Saviour's  trusting  prayer, 
Soothed  by  the  peace  within  his  breasl. 

4  My  Saviour !  whom  't  is  life  to  see, 

Thy  promise*  in  thy  cross  appears  ; 
Its  power,  its  peace,  O,  grant  to  me! 
Its  perfect  love  to  still  my  fears. 


THE     CROSS. 


322.    c.  M. 

1  We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod : 

We  bear  the  cross  he  bore ; 
And  every  thorn  that  wounds  our  feet 
His  temples  pierced  before. 

2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow, 

And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears  ; 
Yet  naught  but  heaven  our  hopes  can  raise, 
And  naught  but  sin  our  fears. 

o  We  purge  our  mortal  dross  away, 
Refining  as  we  run ; 
And  while  we  die  to  earth  and  sense, 
Our  heaven  is  here  begun. 


323.    c.  p.  M. 

1  Self-love  no  grace  in  sorrow  sees, 
Consults  her  own  peculiar  ease,  — 

'  T  is  all  the  bliss  she  knows ; 
But  nobler  aims  true  Love  employ,  - 
In  self-denial  is  her  joy, 

In  suffering  her  repose. 

2  Sorrow  and  Love  go  side  by  side ; 
Nor  height  nor  depth  can  e'er  divide 

Their  heaven-appointed  bands ; 
Those  dear  associates  still  are  one, 
Nor,  till  the  race  of  life  is  run, 

Disjoin  their  wedded  hands. 

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CHRIST. 

3  Thy  choice  and  mine  shall  be  the  same, 
Inspirer  of  that  holy  flame, 

Which  must  for  ever  blaze ! 
To  take  the  cross  and  follow  thee, 
Where  love  and  duty  lead,  shall  be 

My  portion  and  my  praise. 

324.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Cross,  reproach,  and  tribulation, 

Ye  to  me  are  welcome  guests, 
When  I  have  this  consolation, 
That  my  soul  in  Jesus  rests. 

2  The  reproach  of  Christ  is  glorious ; 

Those  who  here  his  burden  bear 
In  the  end  shall  prove  victorious, 
And  eternal  gladness  share. 

3  Bear,  then,  the  reproach  of  Jesus, 

Ye  who  live  a  life  of  faith ! 
Lift  triumphant  songs  and  praises, 
Even  in  martyrdom  and  death. 

4  Bonds  and  stripes,  and  evil  story, 

Are  our  honorable  crowns  ; 
Pain  is  peace,  and  shame  is  glory, 
Gloomy  dungeons  are  as  thrones. 

325.     7s.  M. 

1  Every  bird  that  upward  springs 
Bears  the  cross  upon  his  wings ; 

2.10 


THE    CROSS. 

We  without  it  cannot  rise 
Upward  to  our  native  skies. 

2  Every  ship  that  meets  the  waves 
By  the  cross  their  fury  braves ; 
We,  on  life's  wide  ocean  tost, 

If  we  have  it  not,  are  lost. 

3  Hope  it  gives  us  when  distressed, 
When  we  faint  it  gives  us  rest ; 
Satan's  craft  and  Satan's  might 
By  the  cross  are  put  to  flight. 

4  That  from  sin  earth  might  be  free, 
Jesus  bore  it,  —  so  must  we ; 

Ne'er  through  faintness  lay  it  down : 
First  the  cross,  and  then  the  crown ! 


326.    CM. 

1  The  Saviour,  —  what  a  noble  flame 

Was  kindled  in  his  breast, 
When,  hasting  to  Jerusalem, 
He  marched  before  the  rest ! 

2  With  all  his  sufferings  full  in  view, 

And  woes  to  us  unknown, 
Forth  to  the  task  his  spirit  flew ; 
'T  was  love  that  urged  him  on. 

3  Lord,  while  thy  bleeding  glories  here 

Engage  our  wondering  eyes, 
We  learn  our  lighter  cross  to  bear, 
And  hasten  to  the  skies. 

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CHRIST. 


327.     6  &  10s.  M. 

1  Tnou  who  didst  stoop  below, 
To  drain  the  cup  of  woe, 

Wearing  the  form  of  frail  mortality,  — 
Thy  toil  and  conflict  done, 
Thy  crown  of  victory  won,  — 

Hast  passed  from  earth, — passed  to  thy  home  on  high. 

2  Our  eyes  behold  thee  not, 
Yet  hast  thou  not  forgot 

Those  who  have  placed  their  hope,  their  trust,  in  thee ; 
Before  thy  Father's  face 
Thou  hast  prepared  a  place, 

That  where  thou  art,  there  they  may  also  be. 

3  O  Thou  who  art  our  life, 

Be  with  us  through  the  strife ! 
Was  not  thy  head  by  earth's  fierce  tempests  bowed  ? 

Raise  thou  our  eyes  above, 

To  see  a  Father's  love 
Beam,  like  the  bow  of  promise,  through  the  cloud. 


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THE   SPIRIT 


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QUICKENER,  SANCTIFIER,  AND 

COMFORTER. 


328.    cm. 

1  Lo !  when  the  Spirit  of  our  God 

Came  down  his  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  heaven  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing,  mighty  wind. 

2  It  fills  the  Church  of  God ;  it  fills 

The  sinful  world  around : 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 
No  place  for  it  is  found. 

3  To  other  strains  our  souls  are  set : 

A  giddy  whirl  of  sin 
Fills  ear  and  heart,  and  will  not  let 
Heaven's  harmonies  come  in. 

4  Come,  Lord,. come,  Wisdom,  Love,  and  Power, 

Open  our  ears  to  hear ! 
Let  us  not  miss  the  accepted  hour : 
Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear. 

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the  srnuT. 


329.     7  &  6s.  M.  J 

1  Open,  Lord,  my  inward  ear, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice ; 
Bid  my  quiet  spirit  hear 

The  comfort  of  thy  voice ; 
Never  in  the  whirlwind  found, 

Or  where  earthquakes  rock  the  place, 
Still  and  silent  is  the  sound, 

The  whisper  of  thy  grace. 

2  From  the  world  of  sin  and  noise 

And  tumult  I  v\  ithdraw ; 
For  the  small  and  inward  voice 

I  wait  with  humble  awe ; 
Silent  am  I  now  and  still, 

Dare  not  in  thy  presence  move ; 
To  my  waiting  soul  reveal 

The  secret  of  thy  love. 


330.    L.  M. 

1  Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burned 

At  evening's  calm  and  holy  hour, 
As  if  its  inmost  depths  discerned 
The  presence  of  a  loftier  power  ? 

2  As  they  who  once  with  Jesus  trod 

With  kindling  breast  his  accents  heard, 
But  knew  not  that  the  Son  of  God 
Was  uttering  every  burning  word,  — 

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3  Father  of  Jesus !  thus  thy  voice 

Speaks  to  our  hearts  in  tones  divine ; 
Our  spirits  tremble  and  rejoice, 

But  know  not  that  the  voice  is  thine. 

4  Still  be  thy  hallowed  accents  near ! 

To  doubt  and  passion  whisper  peace ; 
Direct  us  on  our  journey  here, 

And  bid,  in  heaven,  our  wanderings  cease. 


331.     8  &  4s.  M. 

1  My  heart  lies  dead ;  and  no  increase 

Doth  my  dull  husbandry  improve : 
O,  let  thy  graces,  without  cease, 
Drop  from  above. 

2  Thy  dew  doth  every  morning  fall : 

And  shall  the  dew  outstrip  thy  Dove  ? 
The  dew,  for  which  earth  cannot  call, 
"  Drop  from  above !  " 

3  The  world  is  tempting  still  my  heart 

Unto  a  hardness  void  of  love ; 
Let  heavenly  grace,  to  cross  its  art, 
Drop  from  above. 

4  O,  come !  for  thou  dost  know  the  way ! 

Or  if  to  me  thou  wilt  not  move, 
Remove  me  where  I  need  not  say, 
"  Drop  from  above ! " 


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332.    C.  M 

1  We  ask  not,  Lord,  thy  cloven  flame, 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone ; 
But  long  thy  praises  to  proclaim 
With  fervor,  in  our  own. 

2  We  neither  have  nor  seek  the  power 

111  demons  to  control ; 
But  thou  in  dark  temptation's  hour 
Shalt  chase  them  from  the  soul. 

3  No  heavenly  harpings  soothe  our  ear, 

No  mystic  dreams  we  share ; 

Yet  hope  to  feel  thy  comfort  near, 

And  bless  thee  in  our  prayer. 

4  When  tongues  shall  cease,  and  power  decay, 

And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  thou  thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 

333.     6  &  10s.  M. 

1  Wilt  Thou  not  visit  me  ? 
The  plant  beside  me  feels  thy  gentle  dew ; 

Each  blade  of  grass  I  see, 
From  thy  deep  earth  its  quickening  moisture  drew. 

2  Wilt  Thou  not  visit  me  ? 

Thy  morning  calls  on  me  with  cheering  tone  ; 

And  every  hill  and  tree 
Lend  but  one  voire,  the  voice  of  thee  alone 

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3  Come !  for  I  need  thy  love, 

More  than  the  flower  the  dew,  or  grass  the  rain ; 

Come,  like  thy  holy  dove, 
And  let  me  in  thy  sight  rejoice  to  live  again. 

4  Yes !  Thou  wilt  visit  me ; 

Nor  plant  nor  tree  thine  eye  delights  so  well, 

As  when,  from  sin  set  free, 
Man's  spirit  comes  with  thine  in  peace  to  dwell. 


334.    S.  M. 

1  The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  "  Sinner,  come !  " 
The  Bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  "  Come  ! " 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 
To  all  about  him,  Come  ! 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
O,  let  him  freely  come, 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life ; 
'T  is  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo !  Jesus,  who  invites, 
Declares,  "  I  quickly  come !  " 

Lord,  even  so !  I  wait  thine  hour ; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come ! 


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335.  s.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ! 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 

Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  all  of  sin ; 
Lead  us  to  thine  abode, 

And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
Thy  mercies,  O  our  God ! 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 

And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  'T  is  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
To  sanctify  the  soul, 

To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part. 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts ! 
Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  Jove, 
And  rise  at  length  to  thee. 

336.  c.  M. 

1   When  God,  of  old,  came  down  from  heaven, 
In  power  and  wrath  he  came ; 
Before  his  feet  the  clouds  were  riven. 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame, 


QUICKENER,    SANCTIFIER,    AND    COMFORTER. 


2  But  when  he  came  the  second  time, 

He  came  in  power  and  love ; 
Softer  than  gales  at  morning  prime 
Hovered  his  holy  Dove. 

3  The  fires  that  rushed  on  Sinai  down 

In  sudden  torrents  dread, 
Now  gently  light  a  glorious  crown 
On  every  sainted  head. 

4  Like  arrows  went  those  lightnings  forth, 

Winged  with  the  sinner's  doom ; 
But  these,  like  tongues,  o'er  all  the  earth 
Proclaiming  life  to  come. 


337.    S.  M. 

1  O,  come,  and  dwell  in  me, 
Spirit  of  power  within ! 

And  bring  the  glorious  liberty 
From  sorrow,  fear,  and  sin. 

2  The  seed  of  sin's  disease, 
Spirit  of  health,  remove,  — 

Spirit  of  finished  holiness,         • 
Spirit  of  perfect  love ! 

3  Hasten  the  joyful  day 
Which  shall  my  sins  consume  ; 

When  old  things  shall  be  done  away, 
And  all  things  new  become. 

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338.    L.  M. 

1  Health  of  the  weak,  to  make  them  strong! 
Refuge  of  sinners,  and  their  song  ! 
Comfort  of  each  afflicted  breast ! 

Haven  of  hope  in  realms  of  rest ! 
Lord  of  the  patriarchs  gone  before ! 
Light  of  the  prophets'  learned  lore  ! 
Deign  from  thy  throne  to  look  on  me, 
And  hear  my  lowly  litany. 

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2  Lead  me,  O  Spirit,  to  the  Son, 

To  taste  and  feel  what  he  has  done ; 

To  lay  me  low  before  his  cross, 

And  reckon  all  besides  as  dross  ; 

To  speak,  and  think,  and  will,  and  move, 

And  love,  as  thou  wouldst  have  me  love : 

O,  look  upon  this  bended  knee, 

And  hear  my  heart's  own  litany ! 


339.    L.  M. 

1  Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  thy  rest ; 
Come,  with  thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Paraclete  !  to  thee  we  cry  : 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high  ! 
O  fount  of  life !  O  fire  of  love ! 
And  sweet  anointing  from  above! 


QUICKENER,    SANCTIFIER,    AND    COMFORTER. 

3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love  ; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

4  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  thy  true  peace  instead ; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  thee  for  guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 


340.     7s.  M. 

1  Gracious  Spirit!  Love  divine  T 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove  ; 
Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart ; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Dwell  thyself  within  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

3  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray  ; 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine ; 
Keep  me,  Lord,  for  ever  thine.  - 


341.     7s.  M. 

1  Holy  Spirit !  Lord  of  light ! 
From  thy  clear  celestial  height, 
Come,  thou  Light  of  all  that  live  ! 
Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give  ' 

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2  Come,  thou  Father  of  the  poor ! 
Come,  with  treasures  which  endure  ; 
Thou,  of  all  consolers  best, 
Visiting  the  troubled  breast, 

3  Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet ; 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat ; 
Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe  ; 
Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow. 

4  Light  immortal !  Light  divine  ! 
Visit  thou  these  hearts  of  thine  ; 
If  thou  take  thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay. 

5  Heal  our  wounds,  —  our  strength  renew ; 
On  our  dryness  pour  thy  dew ; 

Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away ; 
Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 

6  Give  us  comfort  when  we  die  ; 
Give  us  life  with  thee  on  high  ; 
In  thy  sevenfold  gifts  descend  ; 
Give  us  joys  which  never  end. 


342.    c.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  God !  thy  churches  wait, 

With  wishful,  longing  eyes  ; 
Let  us  no  more  lie  desolate  ; 
O,  bid  thy  light  arise  ! 

2  Thy  light,  that  on  our  souls  hath  shone, 

Leads  us  in  hope  to  thee  ; 

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QUICKENER,    SANCTIFIER,    AND    COMFORTER. 

Let  us  not  feel  its  rays  alone,  — 
Alone  thy  people  be. 

3  O,  bring  our  dearest  friends  to  God  ; 
Remember  those  we  love  ; 
Fit  them,  on  earth,  for  thine  abode  ; 
Fit  them  for  joys  above. 


343.    L.  M. 

1  Like  morning,  when  her  early  breeze 
Breaks  up  the  surface  of  the  seas, 
That,  in  their  furrows,  dark  with  night, 
Her  hand  may  sow  the  seeds  of  light,  — 

2  Thy  grace  can  send  its  breathings  o'er 
The  spirit  dark  and  lost  before ; 
And,  freshening  all  its  depths,  prepare 
For  truth  divine  to  enter  there. 

3  Till  David  touched  his  sacred  lyre, 
In  silence  lay  the  unbreathing  wire  ; 
But  when  he  swept  its  chords  along, 
Then  angels  stooped  to  hear  the  song. 

4  So  sleeps  the  soul,  till  thou,  O  Lord, 
Shalt  deign  to  touch  its  lifeless  chord ; 
Till,  waked  by  thee,  its  breath  shall  rise 
In  music  worthy  of  the  skies. 


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344.     L.  M. 


]  want  the  spirit  of  power  within, 
Of  love,  and  of  a  healthful  mind ; 

Of  power  to  conquer  every  sin, 
Of  love  to  God  and  all  mankind  ; 

Of  health  that  pain  and  death  defies, 

Most  vigorous  when  the  body  dies. 

O  that  the  Comforter  would  come, 
Nor  visit  as  a  transient  guest, 

But  fix  in  me  his  constant  home, 
And  keep  possession  of  my  breast ; 

And  make  my  soul  his  loved  abode, 

The  temple  of  indwelling  God ! 


345.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death ! 
Come,  and,  by  thy  love's  revealing, 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  ; 
The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator ! 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eyesight  on  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing ; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor  benighted  heart : 

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Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 
Promised  to  thy  ransomed  race  ; 

Come,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour ! 
Come,  and  bring  thy  Gospel  grace. 


346.    P.  M. 

1  Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed 

His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed 
With  us  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame, 

To  teach,  convince,  subdue  ; 
All-powerful  as  the  wind  he  came, 
As  viewless  too. 

3  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  guest, 
While  he  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

4  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 

And  every  victory  won, 
And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  his  alone. 

5  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace  ! 

Our  weakness  pitying  see ; 
O,  make  our  hearts  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  worthier  thee ! 


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347.       L.    M. 

1  Come,  blessed  Spirit,  Source  of  light, 

Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfined, 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 

The  glorious  truth  thy  word  reveals  ; 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way ; 
The  book  unfold,  unloose  the  seals. 

3  Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know, 

The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love ; 
The  emptiness  of  things  below, 
The  excellence  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray, 

Spread,  like  the  sun,  thy  beams  abroad, 
To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

348.     S.  M. 

1  Say  not  the  law  divine 
Is  hidden  far  from  thee  ; 

That  heavenly  law  within  may  shine, 
And  there  its  brightness  be. 

2  Soar  not,  my  soul,  on  high, 
To  brinsr  it  down  to  earth  ; 

No  star  within  the  vaulted  sky 
T<  of  such  priceless  worth. 


QUICKENER,    SANCTIFIER,    AND    COMFORTER. 

3  Thou  need'st  not  launch  thy  bark 
Upon  a  shoreless  sea, 

Breasting  its  waves  to  find  the  ark. 
To  bring  this  dove  to  thee. 

4  Cease,  then,  my  soul,  to  roam, 
Thy  wanderings  all  are  vain : 

That  holy  word  is  found  at  home  ; 
Within  thy  heart  its  reign. 


349.  L.  M. 

1  At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 
Toiling,  I  cry,  sweet  Spirit,  come ! 
Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay, 

But  swell  my  sails,  and  speed  my  way. 

2  Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 
And  loose  my  cable  from  below ; 

But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail ; 

Thou,  thou  must  breathe  the  auspicious  gale. 

350.  L.  M. 

1  O  Source  of  uncreated  light ! 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  raised  from  night, 
Come,  visit  every  pious  mind ; 
Come,  pour  thy  joys  on  human  kind. 

2  Plenteous  in  grace,  descend  from  high, 
Rich  in  thy  matchless  energy  ; 

From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
\  nd  make  us  temples  worthy  thee. 

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3  Cleanse  and  refine  our  earthly  parts, 
Inflame  and  sanctify  our  hearts, 
Our  frailties  help,  our  vice  control, 
Submit  the  senses  to  the  soul. 

4  Thrice  holy  fount !  thrice  holy  fire ! 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire ; 
Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 

Aid  us  to  live  as  we  believe. 


351.     L.  M. 

1  Blest  Spirit !  source  of  grace  divine ! 
What  soul-refreshing  streams  are  thine ! 
O,  bring  these  healing  waters  nigh, 

Or  we  must  droop,  and  fall,  and  die  ! 

2  No  traveller  through  desert  lands, 
'Midst  scorching  suns,  and  burning  sands. 
More  eager  longs  for  cooling  rain, 

Or  pants  the  current  to  obtain. 

3  Our  longing  souls  aloud  would  sing, 
Spring  up,  celestial  fountain,  spring  ; 
To  a  redundant  river  flow, 

And  cheer  this  thirsty  land  below. 

4  May  this  blest  river,  near  my  side, 
Through  all  my  journey  gently  glide  ; 
Then,  in  Emanuel's  land  above, 
Spread  to  a  sea  of  joy  and  love. 


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VI. 

THE    CHURCH. 


I.     ORDINATION  AND   INSTALLATION. 

(p.  253.) 

II.     BAPTISM. 

(p.  258.) 

ID.     COMMUNION  AT  THE   LORD'S   SUPPER. 

(p.  263.) 

IV.    FAMILY.  —  MORNING  AND   EVENING. 

(p.  284.) 

V.    THANKSGIVING. 

(p.  303.) 

VI.    FAST. 

(p.  313.) 

VII.     THE   NATION. 

(p.  320.) 

VIII.  BROTHERHOOD. 

(p.  328.) 

IX.  SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

(p.  350.) 

X.    THE   FUTURE  CHURCH. 

(p.  362.) 
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352.    L.  M. 


1  O  Thou,  who  art  above  all  height! 

Our  God,  our  Father,  and  our  Friend ! 
Beneath  thy  throne  of  love  and  light, 
Let  thine  adoring  children  bend. 

2  Since  thy  young  servant  now  hath  given 

Himself,  his  powers,  his  hopes,  his  youth, 
To  the  great  cause  of  truth  and  heaven, 
Be  thou  his  guide,  O  God  of  truth ! 

3  Here  may  his  doctrines  drop  like  rain, 

His  speech  like  Hermon's  dew  distil, 
Till  green  fields  smile,  and  golden  grain, 
Ripe  for  the  harvest,  waits  thy  will. 

4  And  when  he  sinks  in  death,  —  by  care, 

Or  pain,  or  toil,  or  years  oppressed,  — 
O  God !  remember  then  our  prayer, 
And  take  his  spirit  to  thy  rest. 

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353.  L.  M. 

1  We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 

Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head : 
Come  as  a  servant ;  so  he  came ; 
And  we  receive  thee  in  his  stead. 

2  Come  as  a  teacher  sent  from  God, 

Charged  his  whole  counsel  to  declare ; 
Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 

While  we  uphold  thy  hands  with  prayer. 

3  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace, 

Filled  with  the  Spirit,  fired  with  love ; 
Live  fo  behold  our  large  increase, 
And  die  to  meet  us  all  above. 

354.  L.  M. 

1  Ye  Christian  heralds !  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  in  Immanuel's  name : 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He  '11  shield  vou  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  holy  zeal  your  hearts  inspire, 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  shall  we  meet  to  part  no  more,  — 
Meet,  with  the  ransomed  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  nil. 

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355.    c.  M. 

1  O  God  !  thy  children  gathered  here, 

Thy  blessing  now  we  wait ; 

Thy  servant,  girded  for  his  work. 

Stands  at  the  temple's  gate. 

2  A  holy  purpose  in  his  heart 

Has  deepened  calm  and  still ; 
Now  from  his  childhood's  Nazareth 
He  comes,  to  do  thy  will. 

3  O  Father !  keep  his  soul  alive 

To  every  hope  of  good ; 
And  may  his  life  of  love  proclaim 
Man's  truest  brotherhood ! 

4  O  Father !  keep  his  spirit  quick 

To  every  form  of  wrong ; 
And  in  the  ear  of  sin  and  self 
May  his  rebuke  be  strong ! 

'">  And  as  he  doth  Christ's  footsteps  press, 
If  e'er  his  faith  grow  dim, 
Then,  in  the  dreary  wilderness, 
Thine  angels  strengthen  him ! 

356.     7s.  M. 

1  Lift  aloud  the  voice  of  praise  ! 

God,  our  Father  and  our  Friend, 
Hear  the  prayer  and  song  we  raise, 
Weak,  yet  trusting,  we  would  bend. 

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2  Lo !  another  servant  brought 

To  the  heritage  of  God ;  — 
May  he  teach  as  Christ  hath  taught, 
Tread  the  path  his  Saviour  trod. 

3  To  the  vineyard  may  he  come, 

Girded  with  celestial  might ; 
Skilled  to  draw  thy  children  home, 
Taught  to  give  the  darkened  light. 

4  Unto  thee  a  people  bend,  — 

Bind  us  heart  to  heart  in  love  ; 
Flock  and  pastor,  we  would  tend 
Ever  toward  our  home  above. 


357.    L.  M. 

1  O  Thou  in  whose  eternal  name 

Went  forth  the  Apostles'  ardent  host, 
Baptize  us  with  the  hallowed  flame 
That  fell  from  heaven  at  Pentecost! 

2  The  fearless  faith  that  cries,  "  Repent !  " 

Thy  servant's  earnest  message  fill ; 
By  Thee  the  living  word  was  sent, 
Thy  presence  make  it  living  still. 

3  And  while  thy  people  bend  and  pray 

Towards  thy  benignant  throne  of  light, 
Give  answer  in  the  dawning  day 

Of  Freedom,  Mercy,  Truth,  and  Right. 

4  Immortal  Truth !  it  lives  in  Thee ; 

Our  hope  shall  lean  on  Thee  alone ! 

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ORDINATION    AND    INSTALLATION. 

Thy  Christ  be  all  our  liberty, 

And  all  our  strength  and  will  thy  own ! 

5  Father,  whose  heavenly  kingdom  lies 
In  every  meek,  believing  breast, 
Reveal  before  thy  children's  eyes 

That  kingdom's  coming,  and  its  rest ! 

0  Give  thy  Son's  herald,  from  above, 
The  anointing  of  thy  spirit's  breath ; 
The  faith  that  worked  in  Christ  by  love, 
The  trust  that  triumphed  in  his  death f 


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BAPTISM. 


358.    L.  M. 


1  This  child  we  dedicate  to  thee, 
O  God  of  grace  and  purity ! 

Shield  it  from  sin  and  threatening  wrong, 
And  let  thy  love  its  life  prolong. 

2  O,  may  thy  Spirit  gently  draw 
Its  willing  soul  to  keep  thy  law  ; 
May  virtue,  piety,  and  truth, 
Dawn  even  with  it3  dawning  youth. 

3  Grant  that,  with  true  and  faithful  heart, 
We  too  may  act  the  Christian's  part, 
Cheered  by  each  promise  thou  hast  given, 
And  laboring  for  the  prize  in  heaven. 

359.    s.  M. 

1     The  Saviour  gently  calls 
^  Our  children  to  his  breast ; 

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BAPTISM. 

He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms  ; 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "  Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 

The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  Gladly  we  bring  them,  Lord, 
Devoting  them  to  thee  ; 

Imploring,  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 


360.    c.  M. 

1  Baptized  into  our  Saviour's  death, 

Our  souls  to  sin  must  die  ; 
With  Christ  our  Lord  we  live  anew, 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

2  There  by  his  Father's  side  he  sits, 

Enthroned  divinely  fair, 
Yet  owns  himself  our  Brother  still, 
And  our  Forerunner  there. 

3  Rise  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love  ; 
Above  our  choicest  treasure  lies,  — 
And  be  our  hearts  above. 

4  But  earth  and  sin  will  draw  us  down, 

When  we  attempt  to  fly ; 
Lord,  send  thy  strong,  attractive  power 
To  fix  our  souls  on  high. 

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THE    (111  RCII. 


361.        8.    M. 

1  See  Israel's  Shepherd  stand, 
With  all-engaging  charms ; 

Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms  ! 

2  Permit  them  to  approach, 

"  Forbid  them  not,"  he  cried  ; 
"  Of  such  my  Father's  kingdom  is, 
And  such  with  him  abide." 

0  We  bring  them,  gracious  Lord, 
And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 

Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4     If  orphans  they  are  left, 
Thy  guardian  love  we  trust ; 
That  love  can  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 
When  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 

362.    S.M. 

1  Our  children  thou  dost  claim, 
And  mark  them  out  for  thine  ; 

Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name 
For  goodness  so  divine  ! 

2  Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 
And  thee  the  sons  adore : 

Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows, 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

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BAPTISM. 

3     Our  offspring,  still  thy  care, 
Shall  own  their  fathers'  God ; 
To  latest  times  thy  blessing  share, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

363.  S.  M. 

1  To  thee,  O  God  in  heaven, 
This  little  one  we  bring, 

Giving  to  thee  what  thou  hast  given, 
Our  dearest  offering. 

2  Into  a  world  of  toil 
These  little  feet  will  roam, 

Where  sin  its  purity  may  soil, 
Where  care  and  grief  may  come. 

3  O,  then,  let  thy  pure  love, 
With  influence  serene, 

Come  down,  like  water,  from  above, 
To  comfort  and  make  clean ! 

364.  s.  M. 

1     To  Him  who  children  blest, 
And  suffered  them  to  come, 
To  Him  who  took  them  to  his  breast, 
We  bring  these  children  home. 


2     To  thee,  O  God,  whose  face 
Their  spirits  still  behold, 
We  bring  them,  praying  that  thy  grace 
May  keep,  thine  arms  enfold. 

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THE    CHURCH. 


3     And  as  this  water  falls 
On  each  unconscious  brow, 
Thy  holy  spirit  grant,  O  Lord, 
To  keep  them  pure  as  now ! 

365.    L.  M. 

1  O  Lord  !  encouraged  by  thy  grace 

We  bring  this  infant  to  thy  throne ; 
Give  it  within  thy  heart  a  place, 
Let  it  be  thine,  and  thine  alone. 

2  We  ask  not  for  it  earthly  bliss, 

Or  earthly  honors,  wealth,  or  fame : 
The  sum  of  our  request  is  this,  — 
That  it  may  love  and  fear  thy  name. 

3  This  infant  we  by  faith  commit 

To  thy  kind  love  and  guardian  care ; 
We  lay  it  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
He  will  not  let  it  perish  there. 


2T.9. 


COMMUNION  AT  THE  LORD'S 

SUPPER. 


366.    S.  M. 


1  Jesus,  we  look  to  thee, 

Thy  promised  presence  claim  ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 
Assembled  in  thy  name. 

2  Not  in  the  name  of  pride 
Or  selfishness  we  meet ; 

From  nature's  paths  we  turn  aside, 
And  worldly  thoughts  forget. 

3  Present  we  know  thou  art ; 
But,  O,  thyself  reveal ! 

Now,  Lord,  let  every  bounding  heart, 
The  mighty  comfort  feel. 

4  O,  may  thy  quickening  voice 
The  death  of  sin  remove, 

And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice, 
Tn  hope  of  perfect  love. 

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the   riii'iini. 


367.     C.  NL 

• 

1  Ye  followers  of  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Who  round  his  table  draw ! 
Remember  what  his  spirit  was, 
What  his  peculiar  law. 

2  The  love  which  all  his  bosom  filled 

Did  all  his  actions  guide  ; 
Inspired  by  love,  he  lived  and  taught, 
Inspired  by  love  he  died. 

3  Let  all  the  sacred  law  fulfil ; 

Like  his  be  every  mind ; 
Be  every  temper  formed  by  love, 
And  every  action  kind. 

4  Let  none  who  call  themselves  his  friends 

Disgrace  the  honored  name ; 
But  by  a  near  resemblance  prove 
The  title  which  they  claim. 

368.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  From  the  table  now  retiring, 

Which  for  us  the  Lord  hath  spread, 
May  our  souls,  refreshment  finding, 
Grow  in  all  things  like  our  Head. 

2  His  example  by  beholding, 

May  our  lives  his  image  bear ; 

Him  our  Lord  and  Master  calling, 

His  commands  mav  we  revere. 


COMMUNION    AT    THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 


3  Love  to  God  and  man  displaying, 
Walking  steadfast  in  his  way, 
Joy  attend  us  in  believing ! 

Peace  from  God  through  endless  day. 


369.    c.  M. 

1  O  God,  accept  the  sacred  hour 

Which  we  to  thee  have  given ; 
And  let  this  hallowed  scene  have  power 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  Still  let  us  hold,  till  life  departs, 

The  precepts  of  thy  Son, 
Nor  let  our  thoughtless,  thankless  hearts 
Forget  what  he  has  done. 

3  His  true  disciples  may  we  live, 

From  all  corruption  free, 
And  humbly  learn,  like  him,  to  give 
Our  powers,  our  wills,  to  thee. 


370.    c.  M. 

1  "  O,  not  for  these  alone  I  pray," 

The  dying  Saviour  said  ; 
Though  on  his  breast  that  moment  lay 
The  loved  disciple's  head  ;  — 

2  Though  to  his  eye  that  moment  sprung 

The  kind,  the  pitying  tear, 
For  those  that  eager  round  him  hung, 
His  words  of  love  to  hear. 

33  2C.r) 


Till:    CHURCH. 


3  No,  not  for  them  alone  he  piayed, — 

For  all  of  mortal  race, 
Whene'er  their  fervent  prayer  is  made, 
Where'er  their  dwelling-place. 

4  Sweet  is  the  thought,  when  here  we  meet, 

His  feast  of  love  to  share ; 
And,  'mid  the  toils  of  life,  how  sweet 
The  memory  of  his  prayer ! 


371.     L.  M. 

1  When  on  the  midnight  of  the  East, 

At  the  dead  moment  of  repose, 
Like  Hope  on  Misery's  darkened  breast, 
The  planet  of  salvation  rose,  — 

2  The  shepherd,  leaning  o'er  his  flock, 

Started,  with  broad  and  upward  gaze,  — 
Kneeled,  —  while  the  star  of  Bethlehem  broke 
On  music  wakened  into  praise. 

3  Shall  we,  for  whom  that  star  was  hung 

In  the  dark  vault  of  frowning  heaven,  — 
Shall  we,  for  whom  that  strain  was  sung, 
That  song  of  peace  and  sin  forgiven,  — 

4  Shall  we,  for  whom  the  Saviour  bled, 

Careless  his  banquet's  blessings  see, 
Nor  heed  the  parting  word  that  said, 
"  Do  this  in  memory  of  me  "  ? 


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372.  L.  M. 

1  God,  named  Love,  whose  fount  thou  art, 

Thy  crownless  Church  before  thee  stands, 
With  too  much  hating  in  her  heart, 
And  too  much  striving  in  her  hands  ! 

2  O  loving  Lord !     O  slain  for  love  ! 

Thy  blood  upon  thy  garments  came,  — 
Inwrap  their  folds  our  brows  above, 
Before  we  tell  thee  all  our  shame  ! 

3  "  Love  as  I  loved  you,"  was  the  sound 

That  on  thy  lips  expiring  sate ! 
Sweet  words,  in  bitter  strivings  drowned ! 
We  hated  as  the  worldly  hate. 

4  Yet,  Lord,  thy  wronged  love  fulfil ! 

Thy  Church,  though  fallen,  before  thee  stands , 
Behold,  the  voice  is  Jacob's  still, 
Albeit  the  hands  are  Esau's  hands ! 

5  O,  move  us  —  Thou  hast  power  to  move  — 

One  in  the  one  Beloved  to  be  ! 
Teach  us  the  heights  and  depths  of  love  ; 
Give  Thine,  that  we  may  love  like  thee  ! 

373.  c  M. 

1  Beneath  the  shadow  of  the  cross, 
As  earthly  hopes  remove, 
His  new  commandment  Jesus  gives, 
His  blessed  word  of  love. 

2">7 


THE    CHURCH. 


2  O  bond  of  union,  strong  and  deep  ! 

O  bond  of  perfect  peace  ! 
Not  even  the  lifted  cross  can  harm, 
If  we  but  hold  to  this. 

3  Then,  Jesus,  be  thy  spirit  ours  ! 

And  swift  our  feet  shall  move 
To  deeds  of  pure  self-sacrifice, 
"  And  the  sweet  tasks  of  love." 


374.     7s.  M. 

1  People  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns,  — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
O,  receive  me  into  rest ! 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave, 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore ; 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more  ; 
Every  idol  I  resign. 


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communion  at   mi:  lord's  surri;i:. 


375.     7s.  M. 

1  Glory  of  thy  Father's  face  ! 
Fountain  deep  of  love  and  grace ! 
Who,  Lord,  can  repay  thee  thus, 
As  thou  gav'st  thyself  for  us  ? 

2  What  to  thee  shall  we  reply, 
Who  for  us  didst  bleed  and  die, 
When  thou  shalt  the  question  make, 
"  What  have  ye  done  for  my  sake  ?  " 

3  Hard  in  heart,  in  action  weak, 
Lord,  thy  grace  divine  we  seek : 
Set  us  from  our  bondage  free ; 
Draw  us,  and  we  follow  thee. 

376.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  On  the  night  of  that  last  supper, 

Seated  with  his  chosen  band, 
Christ,  as  food  to  all  his  brethren, 
Gives  himself  with  his  own  hand. 

2  He,  as  man  with  man  conversing, 

Stayed,  the  seeds  of  truth  to  sow ; 
Then  he  closed,  in  solemn  order, 
Wondrously,  his  life  of  woe. 

3  Lo !  o'er  ancient  forms  departing 

Newer  rites  of  grace  prevail ; 
Faith  for  all  defects  supplying, 
Where  the  feeble  senses  fail. 

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THE    CHURCH. 


4  To  the  Everlasting  Father, 


Through  the  Son  who  reigns  on  high, 
Be  salvation,  honor,  blessing, 
Might,  and  endless  majesty. 


377.    L.  M. 

1  The  Word,  descending  from  above, 

Though  with  the  Father  still  on  high, 
Went  forth  upon  his  work  of  love, 
And  soon  to  life's  last  eve  drew  nigh. 

2  At  birth,  our  brother  he  became ; 

Ever  himself  as  food  he  gives ; 
To  ransom  us  he  died  in  shame ; 
As  our  reward,  in  bliss  he  lives. 

3  O  saving  Leader !  opening  wide 

The  gate  of  heaven  to  man  below ! 
Our  foes  press  on  from  every  side ; 

Thine  aid  supply,  thy  strength  bestow. 


378.    c.  M. 

1  Ark  of  the  Covenant !  not  that 

Whence  bondage  came  of  old ; 
But  that  of  pardon  and  of  grace, 
And  mercies  manifold ! 

2  Blest  heart  of  Christ !  in  thy  dear  wound 

The  hidden  depth  we  see 
Of  what  were  else  unknown  by  us,  — 
His  boundless  charity. 

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3  O,  who  of  his  redeemed  will  him 
Their  mutual  love  refuse  ? 
Who  would  not  rather  in  that  heart 
Their  home  eternal  choose  ? 


379.    c.  M. 

1  Ye  hear  how  kindly  he  invites  ; 

Ye  hear  his  words  so  blest,  — 
"  All  ye  that  labor,  come  to  me, 
And  I  will  give  you  rest." 

2  What  meeker  than  the  Saviour's  heart  ? 

As  on  the  cross  he  lay, 
It  did  his  murderers  forgive, 
And  for  their  pardon  pray. 

3  Father !  to  each  that  mercy  grant, 

Which  forth  through  him  did  flow ; 
New  grace,  new  hope,  inspire ;  a  new 
And  better  heart  bestow. 


380.    cm. 

1  O,  joy!  to  feel  our  Saviour's  love, 

To  feel  his  presence  near ; 
Yet  loyal  love  his  glory  holds 
A  thousand  times  more  dear. 

2  Ah  !  never  is  our  love  so  pure 

As  when  refined  by  pain, 
Or  when  God's  glory  upon  earth 
Finds  in  our  loss  its  gain ! 

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THE    CHURCH. 

3  True  love  is  worship  :  Saviour  dear, 
O,  shed  for  us  the  light 
To  love,  because  the  creature's  love 
Is  the  Creator's  right ! 

381.     L.  M. 

1  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart! 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part, 

Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breasi. 

2  High  Heaven,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow. 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear ; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


382.    c.  M. 

1  Let  plenteous  grace  descend  on  those 

Who,  hoping  in  thy  word, 
This  day  have  solemnly  declared 
That  Jesus  is  their  Lord. 

2  With  cheerful  feet  may  they  advance, 

And  run  the  Christian  race, 
And,  through  the  troubles  of  the  way, 
Find  all-sufficient  grace. 

3  Lord,  plant  us  all  into  thy  death, 

That  we  thy  life  may  prove,  — 
Partakers  of  thy  cross  beneath, 
And  of  thy  crown  above. 


COMMUNION     AT    THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 


383.     7s.  M. 

1  Bread  of  heaven !  on  thee  we  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed ; 
Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 

With  this  true  and  living  bread ! 

2  Vine  of  heaven !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice ; 

Lord,  thy  wounds  our  healing  give  ; 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  Him  who  died ; 
Lord  of  Life  !  O,  let  us  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee ! 

384.    s.  M. 

1  Here,  in  the  broken  bread, 
Here,  in  the  cup  we  take, 

His  body  and  his  blood  behold, 
Who  suffered  for  our  sake. 

2  O  Thou,  who  didst  allow 
Thy  Son  to  suffer  thus, 

Father,  what  more  couldst  thou  have  done, 
Than  thou  hast  done  for  us  ? 

3  We  are  persuaded  now 
That  nothing  can  divide 

Thy  children  from  thy  boundless  love, 
Displayed  in  Him  who  died;  — 

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THE    CHURCH. 


4     Who  died  to  make  us  sure 
Of  mercy,  truth,  and  peace, 
And  from  the  power  and  pains  of  sin 


To  bring  a  full  release. 


385.    c.  M. 

1  If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn 
To  feel  that  friends  are  nigh ;  — 

2  O,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  Him  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell, 
And  save  from  death  and  woe  ? 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  he  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  iiee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed ! 
"  Meet,  and  remember  me." 

4  Remember  thee !  thy  death,  thy  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share ! 
O  memory,  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there ! 

386.     9  &  8s.  M.  I 

1  Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken, 
Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed! 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead! 

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COMMUNION    AT    THE     LORD'S    SUPPER. 


2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed, 
\nd  be  thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 


387.    c.  M. 

1  O,  here,  if  ever,  God  of  love ! 

Let  strife  and  hatred  cease ; 
And  every  thought  harmonious  move, 
And  every  heart  be  peace. 

2  Not  here,  where  met  to  think  on  Him 

Whose  latest  thoughts  were  ours, 
Shall  mortal  passions  come  to  dim 
The  prayer  devotion  pours. 

3  u  Thy  kingdom  come  "  ;  we  watch,  we  wait. 

To  hear  thy  cheering  call ; 
When  heaven  shall  ope  its  glorious  gate, 
And  God  be  all  in  all. 


388.    C.  M. 

1  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  not  remember  thee  ? 

2  Thy  body  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 


Tiir:   church. 


3  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eye, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  Sacrifice ! 
I  must  remember  thee. 

4  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 


389.     7s.  M. 

1  Jesus,  we  thy  promise  claim : 
We  are  met  in  thy  great  name : 
In  the  midst  do  thou  appear, 
Manifest  thy  presence  here ! 

2  Sanctify  us,  Lord,  and  bless ! 
Breathe  thy  spirit,  give  thy  peace ; 
Thou  thyself  within  us  move  ; 
Make  our  feast  a  feast  of  love. 

3  Plant  in  us  thy  humble  mind, 
Patient,  pitiful,  and  kind ; 
Meek  and  lowly  let  us  be, 
Full  of  goodness,  full  of  thee. 

390.    L.  M. 

1  Dear  Lord,  may  this  communion  prove 
A  never-failing  bond  of  love  ; 
Forgive  my  coldness,  and  supply 
Mine  every  weak  deficiency. 


COMMUNION    AT    THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 

2  May  thy  best  grace  suffice  for  all, 
And  every  wayward  sense  enthrall: 
Such  grace  on  every  feeling  pour, 
As  ne'er  may  leave  thy  servant  more. 

3  Each  hope,  each  impulse,  firmly  bind 
In  grace  to  thee,  my  Saviour  kind! 
Such  saving  grace,  dear  Lord,  be  given, 
As  leads  the  happy  soul  to  heaven. 


391.    c.  M. 

L  My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 
And  make  it  always  thine, 
That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  stray, 
No  more  from  thee  decline. 

2  Before  the  cross  of  Him  who  died, 

Behold,  I  prostrate  fall : 

Let  every  sin  be  crucified,  — 

Let  Christ  be  all  in  all ! 

3  Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word, 

To  thee  be  ever  given ; 
Then  life  shall  be  thy  service,  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven ! 


392.    L.  M. 

1  Light  of  the  soul,  O  Saviour  blest ! 
Soon  as  thy  presence  fills  the  breast, 
Darkness  and  guilt  are  put  to  flight, 
And  all  is  sweetness  and  delight. 

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2  Son  of  the  Father !  Lord  most  high ! 
How  glad  is  he  who  feels  thee  nigh ! 
Come  in  thy  hidden  majesty ; 

Fill  us  with  love,  fill  us  with  thee. 

3  Jesus  is  from  the  proud  concealed, 
But  evermore  to  babes  revealed, 
Through  him,  unto  the  Father  be 
Glory  and  praise  eternally. 


393.    CM. 

1  Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  Vine, 

This  day,  with  one  accord, 
Ourselves,  with  humble  faith  and  joy, 
We  yield  to  thee,  O  Lord  ! 

2  Joined  in  one  body  may  we  be : 

One  inward  life  partake ; 
One  be  our  heart,  one  heavenly  hope 
In  every  bosom  wake. 

3  In  prayer,  in  effort,  tears,  and  toils, 

One  Wisdom  be  our  guide ; 
Taught  by  one  Spirit  from  above, 
In  thee  may  we  abide. 

4  Then,  when  among  the  saints  in  light 

Our  joyful  spirits  shine, 
Shall  anthems  of  immortal  praise, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  be  thine. 


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394.     7s.  M. 

1  Still,  O  Lord,  our  faith  increase, 
Give  to  us  the  fruits  of  peace, 
Utterly  abolish  sin, 

Write  thy  law  of  love  within. 

2  Hence  may  all  our  actions  flow, 
Love,  the  proof  that  Christ  we  know ; 
Mutual  love  the  token  be, 

Lord,  that  we  have  walked  with  thee  ! 

3  Love,  thine  image,  love  impart, 
Stamp  its  impress  on  each  heart ; 
Only  love  to  us  be  given, 

Lord,  we  ask  no  other  heaven. 


395.     7  &  6s.  M. 


1  O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded, 

With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down, 
So  scornfully  surrounded, 

With  thorns  thine  only  crown, 
How  art  thou  pale  with  anguish, 

With  sore  abuse  and  scorn ! 
How  do  those  features  languish, 

Which  once  were  fair  as  morn  ! 

2  What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this  thy  dying  sorrow, 
This  love  that  knew  no  end  ? 

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THE    CHURCH. 

O,  make  me  thine  for  ever ! 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  to  thee ! 

396.     7s.  M. 

1  Partners  of  a  glorious  hope, 
Lift  your  hearts  and  voices  up ! 
Nobly  let  us  bear  the  strife, 
Keep  the  holiness  of  life,  — 

2  Still  forget  the  things  behind, 
Follow  Christ  in  heart  and  mind, 
To  the  mark  unwearied  press, 
Seize  the  crown  of  righteousness. 

3  Jesus,  fill  us  with  thy  love, 
Never  from  our  souls  remove  ; 
Heart  to  heart  unite  and  bless  ; 
Keep  us  in  thy  perfect  peace ! 

4  In  our  lives  our  faith  be  known, 
Faith  by  holy  actions  shown ; 
Faith  that  mountains  can  remove, 
Faith  that  always  works  by  love. 

397.    c.  M. 

1  The  saints  on  earth  and  those  above 
But  one  communion  make  ; 
Joined  to  their  Lord  in  bonds  of  love. 
All  of  h\<  grace  partake. 


COMMUNION    AT    THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him  : 

One  Church  above,  beneath ; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream. 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  O  God,  be  thou  our  constant  guide ! 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 


398.    L.  M. 

1  "  Eat,  drink,  in  memory  of  your  Friend ! " 

Such  was  our  Master's  last  request ; 
Who  all  the  pangs  of  death  endured, 
That  we  might  live  for  ever  blest. 

2  Yes,  we  '11  record  thy  matchless  love, 

Thou  dearest,  tenderest,  best  of  friends  ? 
Thy  dying  love  the  noblest  praise 
Of  long  eternity  transcends. 

3  'T  is  pleasure  more  than  earth  can  give, 

Thy  goodness  through  these  veils  to  see ; 
Thy  table  food  celestial  yields, 

And  happy  they  who  sit  with  thee ! 

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399.    L.  M. 

1  Our  hearts,  by  dying  love  subdued, 

Accept  thine  offered  grace  to-day ; 
Beneath  the  cross,  with  souls  renewed, 
We  bow,  and  own  thy  gracious  sway. 

2  In  thee  we  trust,  —  on  thee  rely ; 

Though  we  are  feeble,  thou  art  strong ; 
O,  keep  us  till  our  spirits  fly 

To  join  the  bright,  immortal  throng ! 


400.    c.  M. 

1  Lord,  may  the  spirit  of  this  feast, 

The  earnest  of  thy  love, 
Maintain  a  dwelling  in  our  breast, 
Until  we  meet  above. 

2  The  healing  sense  of  pardoned  sin,  — 

The  hope  that  never  tires,  — 
The  strength  a  pilgrim's  race  to  win,  — 
The  joy  that  heaven  inspires,  — 

3  Still  may  their  light  our  duties  trace, 

In  lines  of  hallowed  flame, 
Like  that  upon  the  prophet's  face, 
When  from  the  mount  he  came. 


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401.     7s.  M. 

1  While  to  lips  with  praise  that  glow, 

This  communion  cup  we  press, 
Holy  Father,  let  us  grow 

More  like  Him  we  here  confess. 

2  Reconcile  us  by  thy  Son, 

In  whose  name  on  thee  we  call ; 
Make  us  perfect,  all  in  one, 
We  in  him,  and  thou  in  all. 

3  While  we  here  remember  thee, 

Who  wast  for  our  ransom  slain, 
Let  thy  love,  thy  purity, 

Saviour,  in  our  souls  remain. 

4  Father,  while  we  break  this  bread, 

And  thy  Christ  remember  thus, 
Make  us  one  with  him,  our  Head, 
Thou  in  him,  and  he  in  us. 


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EVENING. 


402.    L.  M. 


1  O,  timely  happy,  timely  wise, 
Hearts  that  with  rising  morn  arise  ! 
Eyes  that  the  beam  celestial  view, 
Which  evermore  makes  all  things  new ! 

2  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove  ; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

3  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

4  If,  on  our  daily  course,  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

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5  Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see ; 
Some  softening  gleams  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 


403.    L.  M. 

1  God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And,  like  a  giant,  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies  : 

2  O,  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 

The  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will 

March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

3  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 
Thy  threatenings  just,  thy  promise  sure ; 
Thy  Gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

4  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss  ; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint  and  cold,  compared  with  this. 

404.    n  &  10s.  M. 

Now,  when  the  dusky  shades  of  night,  retreating 
Before  the  sun's  red  banner,  swiftly  flee, 

Now,  when  the  terrors  of  the  dark  are  fleeting, 
O  Lord '  we  lift  our  thankful  hearts  to  thee. 

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2  To  thee,  whose  word,  the  fount  of  light  unsealing, 

When  hill  and  dale  in  thickest  darkness  lay, 
Awoke  bright  rays  across  the  dim  earth  stealing, 
And  bade  the  even  and  morn  complete  the  day. 

3  Look  from   the  tower   of  heaven,    and   send  to 

cheer  us 
ThyJight  and  truth,  to  guide  us  onward  still; 
Still  let  thy  mercy,  as  of  old,  be  near  us, 
And  lead  us  safely  to  thy  holy  hill. 

4  In  vain  to  labor,  unless  thou  be  with  him, 

Man  goeth  forth  through  all  the  weary  day ; 
In  vain  his  strife,  in  vain  his  toil  unceasing, 
Unless  thy  staff  bring  comfort  on  his  way. 

5  Thou,  who  hast  made  the  north  and  south,  watch 

o'er  us ; 
Thou  in  whose  name  the  lonely  ones  rejoice, 
Still  let  thy  cloudy  pillar  glide  before  us, 
Still  let  us  listen  for  thy  warning  voice. 

6  So,  when  that  morn  of  endless  light  is  waking, 

And  shades  of  evil  from  its  splendors  flee, 
Safe  may  we  rise,  the  earth's  dark  breast  forsaking, 
Through  all  the  long  bright  day  to  dwell  witli 
thee. 


405.    L.  M. 

1  Now  with  creation's  early  song, 
Let  us,  the  children  of  the  day, 
Cast  off  the  darkness  which  so  long 
Has  loci  our  guilty  souls  astray. 

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2  O,  may  the  morn  so  pure,  so  clear, 

Its  own  sweet  calm  in  us  instil ; 
A  guileless  mind,  a  heart  sincere, 
Simplicity  of  word  and  will : 

3  And  ever,  as  the  day  glides  by, 

May  we  the  busy  senses  rein  ; 
Keep  guard  upon  the  hand  and  eye, 
Nor  let  the  body  suffer  stain. 

4  Grant  us  the  grace,  for  love  of  thee, 

To  scorn  all  vanities  below  ; 
Faith,  to  detect  each  falsity  ; 

And  knowledge,  thee  alone  to  know. 

406.    L.  M. 

1  True  Sun !  upon  our  souls  arise, 

Shining  in  beauty  evermore  ; 
And  through  each  sense  the  quickening  beam 
Of  the  Eternal  Spirit  pour. 

2  Confirm  us  in  each  good  resolve  ; 

The  tempter's  envious  rage  subdue ; 
Turn  each  misfortune  to  our  good ; 
Direct  us  right  in  all  we  do. 

3  May  Christ  himself  be  our  true  food, 

And  faith  our  daily  cup  supply ; 
While  from  the  spirit's  tranquil  deptli 
We  drink  unfailing  draughts  of  joy. 

4  Still,  ever  with  the  peep  of  morn, 

May  saintly  purity  attend  ; 


Tim     CHURCH. 


Faith  sanctify  the  midday  hours  ; 
Upon  the  soul  no  night  descend. 

5  Full  breaks  the  day ;  —  each  whole  in  each, 
Come,  Father  blest !  come,  Son  most  high ! 
Shine  in  our  souls,  and  be  to  them 
The  dawn  of  immortality. 


407.    L.  M. 

1  Father,  we  know  no  sun  but  thee  ! 

Shine  in  our  souls  divinely  bright ! 
We  seek  thee  in  simplicity  ; 

Through  all  our  senses  shed  thy  light. 

2  Scatter  our  night,  Eternal  God ! 

And  kindle  thy  pure  beam  within ; 
Free  us  from  guilt's  oppressive  load, 
And  break  the  deadly  bonds  of  sin. 

3  A  thousand  objects  all  around 

In  false,  delusive  colors  shine  ; 
To  purge  them  clear,  we  ask,  O  Lord, 
But  one  immortal  beam  of  thine. 


408.    L.  M. 

1  Now  doth  the  sun  ascend  the  sky, 
And  wake  creation  with  its  ray ; 
Keep  us  from  sin,  O  Lord,  most  high, 
Through  all  the  actions  of  the  day. 


FAMILY. MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

2  Curb  thou  for  us  th'  unruly  tongue  ; 

Teach  us  the  way  of  peace  to  prize ; 
And  close  our  eyes  against  the  throng 
Of  earth's  absorbing  vanities. 

3  O,  may  our  hearts  be  pure  within! 

No  cherished  madness  vex  the  soul ! 
May  abstinence  the  flesh  restrain, 
And  its  rebellious  pride  control. 

1  So  when  the  evening  stars  appear, 

And  in  their  train  the  darkness  bring, 
May  we,  O  Lord,  with  conscience  clear, 
Our  praise  to  thy  pure  glory  sing. 


409.    L.  M. 

1  Where'er  the  Lord  shall  build  my  house, 

An  altar  to  his  name  I  '11  raise  ; 
There,  morn  and  evening,  shall  ascend 
The  sacrifice  of  prayer  and  praise. 

2  With  duteous  mind,  the  social  band 

Shall  search  the  records  of  thy  law  ; 
There  learn  thy  will,  and  humbly  bow 
With  filial  reverence  and  awe. 

3  Here  may  God  fix  his  sacred  seat, 

And  spread  the  banner  of  his  love ; 
Till,  ripened  for  a  happier  state, 
We  meet  the  family  above. 

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410.     L.  M. 

1  The  dawn  is  sprinkling  in  the  east 

Its  golden  shower,  as  day  flows  in ; 
Fast  mount  the  pointed  shafts  of  light;  — 
Farewell  to  darkness  and  to  sin ! 

2  Away,  ye  midnight  phantoms  all ! 

Away,  despondence  and  despair ! 
Whatever  guilt  the  night  has  brought, 
Now  let  it  vanish  into  air. 

3  So,  Lord,  when  that  last  morning  breaks, 

Which  shrouds  in  darkness  earth  and  skies, 
May  it  on  us,  low  bending  here, 
Arrayed  in  joyful  light  arise ! 


411.     L.  M. 

1  Lord  of  eternal  truth  and  might! 

Ruler  of  nature's  changing  scheme ! 

Who  dost  bring  forth  the  morning  light, 

And  temper  noon's  effulgent  beam  : 

2  Quench  thou  in  us  the  flames  of  strife, 

And  bid  the  heat  of  passion  cease  ; 
From  perils  guard  our  feeble  life, 
And  keep  our  souls  in  perfect  peace. 


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412.    S.  M. 

1  Behold,  night's  shadows  fade, 
And  morn  is  in  the  skies ! 

To  Him  by  whom  all  things  were  made 
Our  aspirations  rise. 

2  To  break  this  deathly  trance 
Help  us,  our  God,  our  stay ! 

Give  the  freed  spirit  utterance, 
Its  languors  charm  away  ! 

3  So  sin  shall  cease  to  reign, 
So  safety  shall  be  nigh ; 

Rend,  Spirit  blest,  the  heavy  chains 
Of  death,  in  victory ! 

413.     L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  and  with  the  sun 
The  daily  stage  of  duty  run ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Thy  precious  time,  misspent,  redeem ; 
Each  present  day  thy  last  esteem  ; 
Improve  thy  talent  with  due  care  ; 
For  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

3  In  conversation  be  sincere  ; 

Keep  conscience  as  the  noontide  clear ; 
Think  how  the  all-seeing  God  thy  ways 
And  all  thv  secret  thoughts  surveys. 

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4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew  ; 

Scatter  my  sins  like  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 

All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say, 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

414.     L.  M. 

1  New  born,  I  bless  the  waiting  hour  ; 

Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God !  to  thee. 

2  A  deeper  shade  shall  soon  impend, 

A  deeper  sleep  my  eyes  oppress ; 
Yet  then  thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 
Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

3  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away, 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  my  eyes ; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day, 
Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies. 

415 .     L.  M. 

1   As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares, 
Will  bring  its  trials  or  its  cares, 
( )  Father,  till  my  life  shall  end 
Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  friend ; 


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Teach  me  thy  statutes  all  divine, 
And  let  thy  will  be  always  mine. 

2  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 

With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Father,  while  I  rest ; 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
O,  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies ! 

3  And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Father,  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed ; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  praise. 


416.    c.  M. 

1  In  mercy,  Lord,  remember  me, 

This  instant  passing  night, 
And  grant  to  me  most  graciously 
The  safeguard  of  thy  might. 

2  With  cheerful  heart  I  close  my  eyes, 

Since  thou  wilt  not  remove ; 
O,  in  the  morning  let  me  rise, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  love. 

3  Or  if  this  night  should  prove  the  last, 

And  end  my  transient  days, 
Lord,  take  me  to  thy  promised  rest, 
Where  I  may  sing  thy  praise. 

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•i  Thus  I  am  sure  tQ  live  or  die 
To  thee,  the  God  of  love; 
In  life  and  death  I  do  rely 
On  thee,  who  reign'st  above. 


417.     L.  M. 

1   Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 


Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ! 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear : 

O,  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
Thy  loving-kindness  in  my  heart. 

5  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  break  the  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


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418.  7s.  M. 

L  Heavenly  Father,  gracious  name! 
Night  and  day  his  love  the  same ! 
Far  be  each  suspicious  thought, 
Every  anxious  care  forgot ! 

2  What  if  death  my  sleep  invade  ? 
Should  I  be  of  death  afraid  ? 
While  encircled  by  thine  arm, 
Death  may  strike,  but  cannot  harm. 

0  With  thy  heavenly  presence  blest, 
Death  is  life,  and  labor  rest : 
Welcome  sleep  or  death  to  me, 
Still  secure,  —  for  still  with  thee. 

419.  7s.  M. 

1  Source  of  light  and  life  divine ! 
Thou  didst  cause  the  light  to  shine  ; 
Thou  didst  bring  thy  sunbeams  forth 
O'er  thy  new-created  earth. 

2  Shade  of  night,  and  morning  ray, 
Took  from  thee  the  name  of  day  : 
Now  again  the  shades  are  nigh, 
Listen  to  our  mournful  cry. 

3  May  we  ne'er,  by  guilt  depressed, 
Lose  the  way  to  endless  rest ; 
May  no  thoughts,  corrupt  and  vain, 
Draw  our  souls  to  earth  again. 


Tin:   church. 


4  Rather  lift  them  to  the  sides, 

Where  our  much-loved  treasure  lies  ; 
Help  us  in  our  daily  strife, 


Make  us  struggle  into  life. 


420.    10s.  M. 

1  Abide  with  me  !     Fast  falls  the  eventide, 
The  darkness  deepens ;  Lord,  with  me  abide  ! 
When  other  helpers  fail  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpers,  O,  abide  with  me ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away : 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see ; 

O  Thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me! 

3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour  : 

What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's  power  ? 
Who  like  thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
On  to  the  close,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 


421.     L.  M. 

1  O  thou  true  life  of  all  that  live  ! 

Who  dost,  unmoved,  all  motion  sway  ; 
Who  dost  the  morn  and  evening  give, 
And  through  its  changes  guide  the  day  ; 

2  Thy  light  upon  our  evening  pour,  — 

So  may  our  souls  no  sunset  sec  ; 
But  death  to  us  an  open  door 
To  an  eternal  morning  be. 

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422.    cm. 

1  Father  of  lights,  by  whom  each  day 

Is  kindled  out  of  night, 
Who,  when  the  heavens  were  made,  didst  lay 
Their  rudiments  in  light ! 

2  O  God  unchangeable  and  true, 

Of  all  the  life  and  power, 
Dispensing  light  and  silence  through 
Every  successive  hour  ! 

3  Lord,  brighten  our  declining  day, 

That  it  may  never  wane, 
Till  death,  when  all  things  round  decay, 
Brings  back  the  morn  again. 


423.    L.  M. 

1  O  blest  Creator  of  the  light ! 

Who  dost  the  dawn  from  darkness  bring, 
And,  framing  nature's  depth  and  height, 
Didst  with  the  new-born  light  begin  ;  — 

2  Who  gently  blending  eve  with  morn, 

And  morn  with  eve,  didst  call  them  day :  — 
Thick  flows  the  flood  of  darkness  down ; 
O,  hear  us  as  we  weep  and  pray  ! 

3  Keep  thou  our  souls  from  schemes  of  crime ; 

Nor  guilt  remorseful  let  them  know ; 
Nor,  thinking  but  on  things  of  time, 
Into  eternal  darkness  go. 

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4  Teach  us  to  knock  at  heaven's  high  door ; 
Teach  us  the  prize  of  life  to  win ; 
Teach  us  all  evil  to  abhor, 
And  purify  ourselves  within. 

424.  L.  M. 

1  Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  O,  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  through  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  which  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 

I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 

To  die,  that  this  vile  body  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  O,  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close ! 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

425.  L.  M. 

1  'T  is  gone,  that  bright  and  orbed  blaze, 
Fast  fading  from  our  wistful  gaze  ; 
Yon  mantling  cloud  has  hid  from  Bight 
The  last  faint  pulse  of  quivering  light 

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2  Sun  of  my  soul !  thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near : 

O,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes ! 

3  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
For  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 

4  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 


426.    P.  M. 

God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven. 

Darkness  and  light,  — 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night,  — 
May  thine  angel  guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us. 

This  livelong  night. 


427.     7s.  M. 

1  Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord.  T  will  commune  wilh  thee 

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2  7^h°a'  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Naught  escapes,  without,  within  : 
-Pardon  each  infirmity, 
Open  fault,  and  secret  sin.  * 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 

.   fehall  for  ever  pass  away ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free 
lake  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 


428.     7s.  M. 

1  Slowly,  by  God's  hand  unfurled, 
Down  around  the  weary  world 
Falls  the  darkness  ;  O,  how  still 
Is  the  working  of  His  will ! 

2  Mighty  Spirit,  ever  nigh ! 
Work  in  me  as  silently  ; 

Veil  the  day's  distracting  sights, 
Show  me  heaven's  eternal  lights. 


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3  Living  stars  to  view  be  brought 
In  the  boundless  realms  of  thought ; 
High  and  infinite  desires, 
Flaming  like  those  upper  fires  ! 

Holy  Truth,  Eternal  Eight, 
Let  them  break  upon  my  sight ; 
Let  them  shine  serene  and  still, 
And  with  light  my  being  fill. 


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429.    L.  M. 

1  O'er  silent  field  and  lonely  lawn 
Her  dusky  mantle  night  hath  drawn  ; 
At  twilight's  holy,  neartfelt  hour, 

In  man  his  better  soul  hath  power. 

2  The  passions  are  at  peace  within, 

And  stilled  each  stormy  thought  of  sin  ; 
The  yielding  bosom,  overawed, 
Breathes  love  to  man,  and  love  to  God. 

430.     8  &  7s.  M. 

J    On  the  dewy  breath  of  even 

Thousand  odors  mingling  rise, 
Borne  like  incense  up  to  heaven,  — 
Nature's  evening  sacrifice. 

2  With  her  favorite  offerings  blending, 

Let  our  glad  thanksgiving  be, 

To  thy  throne,  O  Lord,  ascending, 

Incense  of  our  hearts  to  thee. 

3  Thou,  whose  favors  without  number 

All  our  days  with  gladness  bless, 

Let  thine  eye,  that  knows  no  slumber, 

Guard  our  hours  of  helplessness. 

4  Then,  though  conscious  we  are  sleeping 

In  the  outer  courts  of  death, 

Safe  beneath  a  Father's  keeping, 

Calm  we  rest  in  perfect  faith. 

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431.     7s.  M. 


1  O  thou  holy  God !  come  down, 

God  of  spotless  purity ! 
Claim  and  seize  me  for  thy  own, 

Consecrate  my  heart  to  thee  ; 
Under  thy  protection  take ; 

Songs  in  the  night  season  give  ; 
Let  me  sleep  to  thee,  and  wake  ; 

Let  me  die  to  thee,  and  live. 

2  Loose  me  from  the  chains  of  sense, 

Set  me  from  the  body  free  ; 
Draw  with  stronger  influence 

My  unfettered  soul  to  thee  : 
In  me,  Lord,  thyself  reveal ; 

Fill  me  with  a  sweet  surprise ; 
Let  me  thee,  when  waking,  feel, 

Let  me  in  thy  image  rise. 


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432.     6  &  4s.  M. 

1  The  God  of  harvest  praise,* 
In  loud  thanksgiving  raise 

Hand,  heart,  and  voice; 
The  valleys  smile  and  sing, 
Forests  and  mountains  ring, 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring, 

The  streams  rejoice. 

2  Yea,  bless  his  holy  name, 
And  purest  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth ; 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  duty,  —  but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot, 

Amidst  your  mirth. 

3  The  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise, 

With  sweet  accord ; 

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From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest-song 
Bless  ye  the  Lord. 


433.     10s.  M. 

1  God  of  the  changing  year,  whose  arm  of  power 
In  safety  leads  through  danger's  darkest  hour, 
Here  in  thy  temple  bow  thy  creatures  down, 
To  bless  thy  mercy,  and  thy  might  to  own. 

2  Thine  are  the  beams  that  cheer  us  on  our  way, 
And  pour  around  the  gladdening  light  of  day ; 
Thine  is  the  night,  and  the  fair  orbs  that  shine 
To  cheer  its  hours  of  darkness,  —  all  are  thine. 

3  If  round  our  path  the  thorns  of  sorrow  grew, 
And  mortal  friends  were  faithless,  thou  wert  true ; 
Did  sickness  shake  the  frame,  or  anguish  tear 
The  wounded  spirit,  thou  wert  present  there. 

4  Yet  when  our  hearts  review  departed  days, 
How  vast  thy  mercies !  how  remiss  our  praise ! 
Well  may  we  dread  thine  awful  eye  to  meet, 
Bend  at  thy  throne,  and  worship  at  thy  feet. 

5  O,  lend  thine  car,  and  lift  our  voice  to  thee ; 
Where'er  we  dwell,  still  let  thy  mercy  be ; 
From  year  to  year,  still  nearer  to  thy  shrine 
Draw  our  frail  hearts,  and  make  them  wholly  thine. 

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434.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  God  of  mercy,  do  thou  never 

From  our  offering  turn  away, 
But  command  a  blessing  ever 
On  the  memory  of  this  day. 

2  Light  and  peace  do  thou  ordain  it ; 

O'er  it  be  no  shadow  flung, 
Let  no  deadly  darkness  stain  it, 
And  no  clouds  be  o'er  it  hung. 

3  May  the  song  this  people  raises, 

And  its  vows  to  thee  addressed, 

Mingle  with  the  prayers  and  praises, 

That  thou  hearest  from  the  blest. 

4  When  the  lips  are  cold  that  sing  thee, 

And  the  hearts  that  love  thee  dust, 
Father,  then  our  souls  shall  bring  thee 
Holier  love  and  firmer  trust. 


435.    L.  M. 

1  O  holy  Father,  just  and  true 

Are  all  thy  works  and  words  and  ways, 
And  unto  thee  alone  are  due 

Thanksgiving  and  eternal  praise  ! 
As  children  of  thy  gracious  care, 

We  veil  the  eye,  we  bend  the  knee, 
With  broken  words  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Father  and  God,  we  come  to  thee. 

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2  For  thou  hast  heard,  O  God  of  right, 

The  sighing  of  the  hapless  slave ; 
And  stretched  for  him  the  arm  of  might, 

Not  shortened  that  it  could  not  save. 
The  laborer  sits  beneath  his  vine, 

The  shackled  soul  and  hand  are  free ;  — 
Thanksgiving !  for  the  work  is  thine ! 

Praise  I  for  the  blessing  is  of  thee  ! 

3  Speed  on  thy  work,  Lord  God  of  hosts ! 

And  when  the  bondsman's  chain  is  riven, 
And  swells  from  all  our  country's  coasts 

The  anthems  of  the  free  to  heaven, 
O,  not  to  those  whom  thou  hast  led, 

As  with  thy  cloud  and  fire  before, 
But  unto  thee,  in  fear  and  dread, 

Be  praise  and  glory  evermore. 


436.    L.  M. 

1  O  God,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 

Our  exiled  fathers  crossed  the  sea, 
And  when  they  trod  the  wintry  strand, 

With  prayer  and  psalm  they  worshipped  thee. 

2  Thou  heard'st  well  pleased,  the  song,  11k1  prayer,  - 

Thy  blessing  came;  and  still  its  power 
Shall  onward  through  all  ages  bear 
The  memory  of  that  holy  hour. 

o  Laws,  freedom,  truth,  and  faith  in  God 
Came  with  those  exiles  o'er  the  waves ; 
And  where  their  pilgrim  feet  have  trod, 
The  God  they  trusted  guards  their  graves. 

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4   And  here  thy  name,  O  God  of  love, 
Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 
Till  these  eternal  hills  remove, 

And  spring  adorns  the  earth  no  more. 


437.    L.  M. 

1  God  of  the  rolling  year !  to  thee 

Our  songs  shall  rise,  whose  bounty  pours 
In  many  a  goodly  gift,  with  free 

And  liberal  hand,  our  autumn  stores ; 
No  firstlings  of  our  flock  we  slay, 

No  soaring  clouds  of  incense  rise, 
But  on  thy  hallowed  shrine  we  lay 

Our  grateful  hearts  in  sacrifice. 

2  Borne  on  thy  breath,  the  lap  of  Spring 

Was  heaped  with  many  a  blooming  flower ; 
And  smiling  Summer  joyed  to  bring 

The  sunshine  and  the  gentle  shower ; 
And  Autumn's  rich  luxuriance  now, 

The  ripening  seed,  the  bursting  shell, 
The  golden  sheaf,  and  laden  bough, 

The  fulness  of  thy  bounty  tell. 

3  And  here  shall  rise  our  song  to  thee, 

Where  lengthened  vales  and  pastures  lie, 
And  streams  go  singing,  wild  and  free, 

Beneath  a  blue  and  smiling  sky, 
Where  ne'er  was  reared  a  mortal  throne, 

Where  crowned  oppressors  never  trod  ; 
Here,  at  the  throne  of  heaven  alone. 

Shall  man  in  reverence  bow  to  God. 

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438.    L.  P.  M. 

1  With  grateful  heart?,  with  joyful  tongues, 
To  God  we  raise  united  songs ; 

His  power  and  mercy  we  proclaim ; 
This  land  through  every  age  shall  own 
Jehovah  here  has  fixed  his  throne, 

And  triumph  in  his  mighty  name. 

2  Long  as  the  moon  her  course  shall  run, 
Or  man  behold  the  circling  sun, 

O,  still  may  God  amidst  us  reign, 
Crown  our  just  counsels  with  success, 
With  peace  and  joy  our  borders  bless, 

And  all  our  sacred  rights  maintain. 


439.     9&8s.  M. 

1  We  come,  our  hearts  with  gladness  glowing, 

Thee,  Lord  of  harvest,  to  adore, 
For  garners  filled  to  overflowing 

With  treasured  heaps  and  plenteous  store ; 
To  thank  thee  that  thy  Father  hand 
Has  blest  anew  our  happy  land. 

2  Our  praise  for  this  abundant  blessing 

With  favor,  gracious  Father,  hear, 
More  deeply  on  our  minds  impressing 

Thy  mercies,  each  successive  year, 
That  so  our  thankful  praise  may  be 
\  life  devoted  all  to  thee. 

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3  Since  thou,  on  us  compassion  taking, 

With  daily  bread  our  wants  dost  feed, 
So,  pity  in  our  breasts  awaking, 

Make  us  to  feel  for  others'  need : 
Thou  rich  and  poor  alike  dost  love, 
Then  let  them  both  thy  bounty  prove. 

4  Thy  heavenly  dews  our  seed  have  nourished, 

And  plenteous  fruit  our  harvests  yield ; 
But  have  the  fruits  of  faith,  too,  flourished, 

Within  thy  Son's  own  harvest-field  ? 
And  when  his  eye  o'erlooks  the  ground, 
Shall  thriving  plants  therein  be  found  ? 


440.    L.  M. 

1  Great  God !  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported,  still  we  stand  : 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows, 
That  mercy  crowns  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And,  peaceful,  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 
Thou  art  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

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441.     7s.  M. 

1  Thou  who  dwcll'st  enthroned  above! 
Thou  in  whom  we  live  and  move ! 
Thou  who  art  most  great,  most  high ! 
God  from  all  eternity ! 

2  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  stars  of  evening  rise, 
We  thy  praises  will  record, 
Sovereign  Ruler!  mighty  Lord! 

3  Decks  the  spring  with  flowers  the  field  ? 
Harvest  rich  doth  autumn  yield  ? 
Giver  of  all  good  below ! 

Lord,  from  thee  these  blessings  flow. 

4  Sovereign  Ruler!  mighty  Lord! 
We  thy  praises  will  record  : 
Giver  of  these  blessings !  we 
Pour  the  grateful  song  to  thee. 


442.    c.  M. 

1   An  offering  to  the  shrine  of  power 

Our  hands  shall  never  bring ; 
A  garland  on  the  car  of  pomp 

Our  hands  shall  never  fling ; 
Applauding  in  the  conqueror's  path 

Our  voices  ne'er  shall  be ; 
But  we  have  hearts  to  honor  those 

Who  bade  the  world  go  free ! 

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2  Praise  to  the  good,  the  pure,  the  great, 

Who  made  us  what  we  are ! 
Who  lit  the  flame  which  yet  shall  glow 

With  radiance  brighter  far. 
Glory  to  them  in  coming  time, 

And  through  eternity, 
Who  burst  the  captive's  galling  chain, 

And  bade  the  world  go  free ' 


443.    L.  M. 

1  For  all  thy  gifts  we  praise  thee,  Lord, 

With  lifted  song  and  bended  knee  ; 
But  now  our  thanks  are  chiefly  poured 
For  those  who  taught  us  to  be  free. 

2  For  when  the  soul  lay  bound  below 

A  heavy  yoke  of  forms  and  creeds, 
And  none  thy  word  of  truth  could  know, 

O'ergrown  with  tares  and  choked  with  weeds ; 

3  The  monarch's  sword,  the  prelate's  pride, 

The  church's  curse,  the  empire's  ban, 
By  one  poor  monk  were  all  defied, 
Who  never  feared  the  face  of  man. 

4  Half-battles  were  the  words  he  said, 

Each  born  of  prayer,  baptized  in  tears  ; 
And  routed  by  them,  backward  fled 
The  errors  of  a  thousand  years. 

5  With  lifted  song  and  bended  knee, 

For  all  thy  gifts  we  praise  thee,  Lord ; 
But  chief  for  those  who  made  us  free, 
The  champions  of  thy  holy  word. 

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444.     7s.  M. 

1  Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come. 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home ! 
All  is  safely  gathered  in, 

Ere  the  winter  storms  begin : 
God  our  Maker  doth  provide, 
He  our  wants  hath  well  supplied : 
Come  to  God's  own  temple,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home ! 

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2  We  ourselves  are  God's  own  field, 
Fruit  unto  his  praise  to  yield ; 
Wheat  and  tares  together  sown, 
Unto  joy  or  sorrow  grown  : 

First  the  blade,  and  then  the  ear, 
Then  the  full  corn  shall  appear : 
Grant,  O  harvest  Lord !  that  we 
Wholesome  grain  and  pure  may  be. 

3  Then,  thou  Church  Triumphant,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home ! 

All  are  safely  gathered  in, 
Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin: 
There,  for  ever  purified, 
In  God's  garner  to  abide  : 
Come,  ten  thousand  angels,  come, 
Raise  the  glorious  Harvest-home! 


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445.    L.  M. 

1  Have  mercy  on  me,  O  my  God  ? 

In  loving  kindness  hear  my  prayer  ; 
Withdraw  the  terror  of  thy  rod  ; 
Lord,  in  thy  tender  mercy,  spare1. 

2  Offences  rise  where'er  I  look, 

But  I  confess  their  guilt  to  thee  ; 
Blot  my  transgressions  from  thy  book  ; 
Wash  me  from  all  iniquity. 

3  Not  streaming  blood  nor  cleansing  fire 

Thy  seeming  anger  can  appease ; 
Burnt-offerings  thou  dost  not  require. 
Or  gladly  I  would  render  these. 


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4  The  broken  heart  in  sacrifice. 

Alone,  will  thine  acceptance  meet  : 
My  heart,  O  God,  do  not  despise, 
Abased  and  contrite  at  thy  feet. 

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446.    c.  M. 

1  Almighty  Lord,  before  thy  throne 

Thy  mourning  people  bend  ; 
'T  is  on  thy  pardoning  grace  alone 
Our  dying  hopes  depend. 

2  Dark  judgments,  from  thy  heavy  hand. 

Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  our  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

'3  How  changed,  alas  !  are  truths  divine, 
For-  error,  guilt,  and  shame  ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

4  O,  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord ! 

Convert  us  by  thy  grace ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  see  again  thy  face. 

5  Then,  should  oppressing  foes  invade, 

We  will  not  yield  to  fear, 
Secure  of  all-sufficient  aid, 
When  thou,  O  God,  art  near. 

447.     8  &  6s.  M. 

1  From  foes  that  would  the  land  devour 
From  guilty  pride,  and  lust  of  power : 
From  wild  sedition's  lawless  hour ; 
From  yok<4  of  slavery; 

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From  blinded  zeal,  by  faction  led ; 
From  giddy  change,  by  fancy  bred ; 
From  poisoned  error's  serpent  head, 
Good  Lord,  preserve  us  free  ! 

2  Defend,  O  God,  with  guardian  hand, 
The  laws  and  rulers  of  our  land, 
And  grant  thy  churches  grace  to  stand 

In  faith  and  unity  ! 
Thy  Spirit's  help  of  thee  we  crave, 
That  thy  Messiah,  sent  to  save, 
Returning  to  the  world,  might  have 

A  people  serving  thee  ! 


448.    L.  M. 

1  Why  slumbereth,  Lord,  each  promised  sign  ? 
Why  worketh  not  the  grace  divine  ? 

Why  should  the  foe  unchecked  remain, 
The  holy  name  invoked  in  vain  ? 

2  Thy  chastening  justice,  Lord,  we  own  ; 
On  us  be  guilt  and  shame  alone  ; 
How  can  we  hope  those  gifts  to  share 
Which  come  by  fasting  and  by  prayer  ? 

3  Weak  in  our  faith,  in  duty  weak, 
Rather  thy  pitying  love  we  seek  ; 
Father,  thine  arm  of  vengeance  stay ; 
Saviour,  O,  cast  us  not  away ! 


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449.  s.  M. 

1  "Is  this  a  fast  for  me ?  " 
Thus  saith  the  Lord  our  God ; 

"  A  day  for  man  to  vex  his  soul, 
And  feel  affliction's  rod  ? 

2  "  No  ;  is  not  this  alone 
The  sacred  fast  I  choose,  — 

Oppression's  yoke  to  burst  in  twain, 
The  bands  of  guilt  unloose  ? 

3  "  To  nakedness  and  want 
Your  food  and  raiment  deal, 

To  dwell  your  kindred  race  among, 
And  all  their  sufferings  heal  ? 

4  "  Then,  like  the  morning  ray, 
Shall  spring  your  health  and  lighl  ; 

Before  you,  righteousness  shall  shine, 
Behind,  my  glory  bright !  " 

450.  C.  M. 

1  O,  come  not  with  thy  tears  alone, 

Or  outward  form  of  prayer ; 
But  let  it  in  thy  heart  be  known 
That  penitence  is  there. 

2  Thy  breast  to  beat,  thy  clothes  to  rend, 

God  asketh  not  of  thee ; 
Thy  stubborn  soul  he  bids  thec  bend 
In  true  humility. 

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3  O,  let  us,  then,  with  heartfelt  grief, 

Draw  near  unto  our  God, 
And  pray  to  him  to  grant  relief, 
And  stay  the  uplifted  rod. 

4  O  righteous  Judge  !  if  thou  wilt  deign 

To  grant  us  all  we  need, 
Wre  pray  for  time  to  turn  again, 
%  And  grace  to  turn  indeed. 


451.     L.  M. 

1  Great  Framer  of  unnumbered  worlds ! 

And  whom  unnumbered  worlds  adore, 
Whose  goodness  all  thy  creatures  share. 
While  nature  trembles  at  thy  power ! 

2  Thine  is  the  hand  that  moves  the  spheres, 

That  wakes  the  wind,  and  lifts  the  sea ; 
And  man,  who  moves,  the  lord  of  earth, 
Acts  but  the  part  assigned  by  thee. 

3  While  suppliant  crowds  implore  thine  aid, 

To  thee  we  raise  the  humble  cry  ; 
Thine  altar  is  the  contrite  heart, 
Thine  incense,  a  repentant  sigh. 

4  O,  may  our  land,  in  this  her  hour, 

Confess  thy  hand  and  bless  the  rod ; 
By  penitence  make  thee  her  friend, 
And  find  in  thee  a  guardian  God. 


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452.      C.  M. 


1  Daughter  of  sadness,  from  the  dust 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
In  thy  Redeemer  firmly  trust ; 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake  !  put  on  thy  strength^ 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  —  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth ; 
Say  to  the  South,  "  Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  North  !  " 


453.     7s.  M. 

1  Lord  !  thou  didst  arise  and  say, 

To  the  troubled  waters,  "  Peace  ! ' 
And  the  tempest  died  away, 

Down  they  sank,  the  foaming  seas ; 
And  a  calm  and  heaving  sleep 
Spread  o'er  all  the  glassy  deep  ; 
All  the  azure  lake  serene 
Like  another  heaven  was  seen  ! 

2  Lord !  thy  gracious  word  repeat 

To  the  billows  of  the  proud ; 
Quell  the  tyrant's  martial  heat ; 

Quell  the  fierce  and  changing  crowd ; 

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Then  the  earth  shall  find  repose 
From  oppressions  and  from  woes ; 
And  an  imaged  heaven  appear 
On  our  world  of  darkness  here. 


454.    L.  M. 

1  Of  old,  O  God,  thine  own  right  hand 

A  pleasant  vine  did  plant  and  train  ; 
Above  the  hills,  o'er  all  the  land, 

It  sought  the  sun,  and  drank  the  rain. 

2  Lord  God  of  hosts,  thine  ear  incline, 

Change  into  songs  thy  people's  fears  ; 
Return,  and  visit  this  thy  vine, 
Revive  thy  work  amidst  the  years. 

3  The  plenteous  and  continual  dew 

Of  thy  rich  blessing  here  descend  ; 
So  shall  thy  vine  its  leaf  renew, 

Till  o'er  the  earth  its  branches  bend. 

4  Then  shall  it  flourish  wide  and  far, 

While  realms  beneath  its  shadow  rest ; 
The  morning  and  the  evening  star 

Shall  mark  its  bounds  from  east  to  west. 


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455.    L.  M. 

1  Faith  of  our  fathers  !  living  still 

In  spite  of  dungeon,  fire,  and  sword ; 
O,  how  our  hearts  beat  high  with  joy 

Whene'er  we  hear  that  glorious  word ! 
Faith  of  our  fathers  !  Holy  Faith  ! 
We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death ! 

2  Our  fathers,  chained  in  prisons  dark, 

Were  still  in  heart  and  conscience  free : 
How  sweet  would  be  their  children's  fate, 

If  they,  like  them,  could  die  for  thee ! 
Faith  of  our  fathers !  Holy  Faith ! 
We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death ! 

3  Faith  of  our  fathers  !  Good  men's  prayers 

Shall  win  our  country  all  to  thee ; 
And  through  the  truth  that  comes  from  God 

Our  land  shall  then  indeed  be  free. 
Faith  of  our  fathers!  Holy  Faith  ! 
We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death ! 

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4  Faith  of  our  fathers !  we  will  love 

Both  friend  and  foe  in  all  our  strife : 

And  preach  thee  too,  as  love  knows  how 
By  kindly  words  and  virtuous  life : 

Faith  of  our  fathers  !  Holy  Faith ! 

We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death ! 


456.     6  &  4s.  M.     ' 

1  My  country,  't  is  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  Pilgrims'  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

2  My  native  country,  thee  — 
Land  of  the  noble,  free  — 

Thy  name  —  I  love ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills , 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Our  fathers'  God !  to  thee. 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing : 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King! 


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457.        C.   M. 

1  O,  guard  our  shores  from  every  foe, 

With  peace  our  borders  blea 
With  prosperous  times  our  cities  crown, 
Our  fields  with  plentcousness. 

2  Unite  us  in  the  sacred  love 

Of  knowledge,  truth,  and  thee  ; 
And  let  our  hills  and  valleys  shout 
The  songs  of  liberty. 

3  Here  may  religion  pure  and  mild 

Smile  on  our  Sabbath  hours ; 
And  piety  and  virtue  bless 
The  home  of  us  and  ours. 

4  Lord  of  the  nations  !  thus  to  thee 

Our  country  we  commend  ; 
Be  thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust. 
Her  everlasting  friend. 

458.    L.  M. 

1  In  pleasant  lands  have  fallen  the  lines 

That  bound  our  goodly  heritage, 
And  safe  beneath  our  sheltering  vines 
Our  youth  is  blest,  and  soothed  our  age, 

2  What  thanks,  O  God,  to  thee  are  due, 

That  thou  didst  plant  our  fathers  here ; 
And  watch  and  guard  them  as  they  grew, 
A  vineyard,  to  the  planter  dear. 

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3  The  toils  they  bore,  our  ease  have  wrought ; 

They  sowed  in  tears,  —  in  joy  we  reap  ; 
The  birthright  they  so  dearly  bought 

We  '11  guard,  till  we  with  them  shall  sleep. 

4  Thy  kindness  to  our  fathers  shown 

In  weal  and  woe  through  all  the  past, 
Their  grateful  sons,  O  God,  shall  own, 
While  here  their  name  and  race  shall  last. 


459.    L.  M. 

1  Like  Israel's  host  to  exile  driven, 

Across  the  flood  the  pilgrims  fled  ; 
Their  hands  bore  up  the  ark  of  Heaven, 

And  Heaven  their  trusting  footsteps  led, 
Till  on  these  savage  shores  they  trod, 
And  won  the  wilderness  for  God. 

2  Then,  when  their  weary  ark  found  rest, 

Another  Zion  proudly  grew  ; 
In  more  than  Judah's  glory  dressed, 

With  light  that  Israel  never  knew, 
From  sea  to  sea  her  empire  spread, 
Her  temple  heaven,  and  Christ  her  head. 

3  Then  let  the  grateful  Church  to-day 

Its  ancient  rite  with  gladness  keep ; 
And  still  our  fathers'  God  display 

His  kindness,  though  the  fathers  sleep. 
O,  bless,  as  thou  hast  blest  the  past, 
While  earth,  and  time,  and  heaven  shall  last! 


THE     CHURCH. 


460.     6  &  4s.  M. 

1  Gone  are  those  great  and  good 
Who  here,  in  peril,  stood 

And  raised  their  hymn. 
Peace  to  the  reverend  dead  ! 
The  light,  that  on  their  head 
Two  hundred  years  have  shed, 

Shall  ne'er  grow  dim. 

2  Ye  temples,  that  to  God 

•    Rise  where  our  fathers  trod, 
Guard,  well  your  trust,  — 
The  faith,  that  dared  the  sea, 
The  truth,  that  made  them  free, 
Their  cherished  purity, 


Their  garnered  dust. 


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3  Thou  high  and  holy  One, 
Whose  care  for  sire  and  son 

All  nature  fills ; 
While  day  shall  break  and  close, 
While  night  her  crescent  shows, 
O,  let  thy  light  repose 
On  these  our  hills  ! 


461.     L.  M. 

1   O  Thou,  at  whose  dread  name  we  bend, 
To  whom  our  purest  vows  we  pay, 
God  over  all,  in  love  descend,* 
And  bless  the  labors  of  lliis  day. 


THE    NATION. 

2  Our  fathers  here,  a  pilgrim  band, 

Fixed  the  proud  empire  of  the  free ; 
Art  moved  in  gladness  o'er  the  land, 
And  Faith  her  altars  reared  to  thee. 

3  Here,  too,  to  guard,  through  every  age, 

The,  sacred  rights  their  valor  won, 
They  bade  Instruction  spread  her  page, 
And  send  down  truth  from  sire  to  son. 

4  Here  still,  through  all  succeeding  time, 

Their  stores  may  truth  and  learning  bring, 
And  still  the  anthem-note  sublime 
To  thee  from  children's  children  sing. 

462.    L.  M. 

1  When,  driven  by  oppression's  rod 

Our  fathers  fled  beyond  the  sea, 
Their  care  was  first  to  honor  God, 
And  next  to  leave  their  children  free. 

2  Above  the  forest's  gloomy  shade 

The  altar  and  the  school  appeared  ; 
On  that  the  gifts  of  faith  were  laid, 

In  this  their  precious  hopes  were  reared. 

3  The  altar  and  the  school  still  stand, 

The  sacred  pillars  of  our  trust, 
And  freedom's  sons  shall  fill  the  land 
When  we  are  sleeping  in  the  dust. 

4  Before  thine  altar,  Lord,  we  bend, 

With  grateful  song  and  fervent  prayer, 
For  thou  who  wast  our  fathers'  friend 
Wilt  mnke  our  offspring  still  thy  care. 

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463.     6  &  4s.  M. 

1  God  bless  our  native  land ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night ; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  winds  and  wave, 
Do  thou  our  country  save, 

By  thy  great  might. 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God  above  the  skies ; 

On  him  we  wait ; 
Thou  who  hast  heard  each  sigh, 
Watching  each  weeping  eye, 
Be  thou  for  ever  nigh ;  — 

God  save  the  State ! 


464.    P.  M. 

1  The  brealdng  waves  dashed  high 

On  a  stern  and  rock-bound  coast, 
And  the  woods  against  a  stormy  sky 
Their  giant  branches  tost ; 

2  And  the  heavy  night  hung  dark, 

The  hills  and  waters  o'er, 
When  a  band  of  exiles  moored  their  bark 
On  the  wild  New  England  shore. 

3  Not  as  the  flying  come, 

In  silence  and  in  fear  ; 
They  shook  the  depths  of  the  desert's  gloom 
With  their  hymns  of  lofty  cheer. 

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4  Amidst  the  storm  they  sang  ; 

And  the  stars  heard,  and  the  sea ; 
And  the  sounding  aisles  of  the  dim  wood  rang 
With  the  anthem  of  the  free. 

5  What  sought  they  thus  afar  ? 

Bright  jewels  of  the  mine  ? 
The  wealth  of  seas,  the  spoils  of  war  ? 
They  sought  a  faith's  pure  shrine. 

6  Ay,  call  it  holy  ground, 

The  soil  where  first  they  trod  ; 
They  have  left  unstained  what  there  they  found, 
Freedom  to  worship  God. 

465.    L.  M. 

1  O  Thou,  whose  presence  went  before 
Our  fathers  in  their  weary  way, 

As  with  thy  chosen  moved  of  yore 
The  fire  by  night,  the  cloud  by  day  ! 

2  When,  from  each  temple  of  the  free, 
A  nation's  song  ascends  to  heaven, 
Most  holy  Father,  unto  thee 

Now  let  our  humble  prayer  be  given. 

3  And  grant,  O  Father,  that  the  time 
Of  earth's  deliverance  may  be  near, 
When  every  land,  and  tongue,  and  clime, 
The  message  of  thy  love  shall  hear  ;  — 

4  When,  smitten  as  with  fire  from  heaven, 
The  captive's  chain  shall  sink  in  dust, 
And  to  his  fettered  soul  be  given 

The  glorious  freedom  of  the  just 

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466.    L.  M. 

1  O  fairest-born  of  Love  and  Light, 

Yet  bending  brow  and  eye  severe 
On  all  which  pains  the  holy  sight, 

Or  wounds  the  pure  and  perfect  ear,  — - 

2  Beneath  thy  broad,  impartial  eye, 

How  fade  the  lines  of  caste  and  birth ! 
How  equal  in  their  sufferings  lie 
The  groaning  multitudes  of  earth ! 

3  Still  to  a  stricken  brother  true, 

Whatever  clime  hath  nurtured  him  ; 
As  stooped  to  heal  the  wounded  Jew 
The  worshipper  of  Gcrizim. 

4  In  holy  words  which  cannot  die', 

In  thoughts  which  angels  leaned  to  know 
Christ  gave  thy  message  from  on  high, 
Thy  mission  to  a  world  of  woe. 

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5  That  voice's  echo  hath  not  died ; 
From  the  blue  lake  of  Galilee, 
From  Tabor's  lonely  mountain-side, 
It  calls  a  struggling  world  to  thee. 


467.    s.  M. 

1  Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar, 
The  frantic  warrior's  call ! 

Why  should  the  earth  be  drenched  with  gore  ? 
Are  we  not  brothers  all  ? 

2  Want,  from  the  wretch  depart ! 
Chains,  from  the  captive  fall ! 

Sweet  mercy,  melt  the  oppressor's  heart,  — 
Sufferers  are  brothers  all. 

3  Chinches  and  sects,  strike  down 
Each  mean  partition-wall ! 

Let  love  each  harsher  feeling  drown,  — 
Christians  are  brothers  all. 

4  Let  love  and  truth  alone 
Hold  human  hearts  in  thrall, 

That  heaven  its  work  at  length  may  own, 
And  men  be  brothers  all. 


468.    C.  M. 

1   O  pure  Reformers !  not  in  vain 
Your  trust  in  human  land ; 
The  good  which  bloodshed  could  not  gain, 
Your  peaceful  zeal  shall  find. 

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THE    CHURCH. 

2  The  truths  ye  urge  are  borne  abroad 

By  every  wind  and  tide ; 
The  voice  of  nature  and  of  God 
Speaks  out  upon  your  side. 

3  The  weapons  which  your  hands  have  found 

Are  those  which  Heaven  hath  wrought, 
Light,  Truth,  and  Love,  —  your  battle-ground, 
The  free,  broad  field  of  Thought. 

4  O,  may  no  selfish  purpose  break 

The  beauty  of  your  plan, 
Nor  lie  from  throne  or  altar  shake 
Your  steady  faith  in  man. 

5  Press  on !  and  if  we  may  not  share 

The  glory  of  your  fight, 
We  '11  ask  at  least,  in  earnest  prayer, 
God's  blessing  on  the  Right. 


469.    c.  M. 

1  O,  hush,  great  God!  the  sounds  of  war, 

And  make  thy  children  feel 
That  he,  with  thee,  is  noblest  far, 
Who  toils  for  human  weal ;  — 

2  And  though  forgotten,  he  alone 

Can  be  a  Christian  true 
Who  would  his  foes  as  brethren  own, 
And  still  their  good  pursue. 


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470.    c.  M. 


1  Nay,  tell  us  not  of  dangers  dire 

That  lie  in  duty's  path  ; 
A  warrior  of  the  cross  can  feel 
No  fear  of  human  wrath. 

2  Where'er  the  Prince  of  Darkness  holds 

His  earthly  reign  abhorred, 
Sword  of  the  spirit,  thee  we  draw, 
And  battle  for  the  Lord. 

3  And  still  serene  and  fixed  in  faith, 

We  fear  no  earthly  harm ; 
We  know  it  is  our  Father's  work, 
We  rest  upon  his  arm. 

471.    c.  M. 

1  Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love, 

Where  they  may  broadly  run ; 
And  love  has  overflowing  streams, 
To  fill  them  every  one. 

2  But  if  at  any  time  we  cease 

Such  channels  to  provide, 
The  very  founts  of  love  for  us 
Will  soon  be  parched  and  dried. 

3  For  we  must  share,  if  we  would  keep 

That  blessing  from  above ; 
Ceasing  to  give,  we  cease  to  have ;  — 
Such  is  the  law  of  lovr. 

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472.     7  &  6s.  M. 

1  Now,  host  with  host  assembling, 

The  victory  we  win  ; 
Lo !  on  his  throne  sits  trembling 

That  old  and  giant  sin ; 
Like  chaff  by  strong  winds  scattered, 

His  banded  strength  has  gone, 
His  charmed  cup  lies  shattered, 

And  still  the  cry  is,  "  On  ! " 

2  Our  fathers'  God,  our  keeper ! 

Be  thou  our  strength  divine ! 
Thou  sendest  forth  the  reaper, 

The  harvest  all  is  thine. 
Roll  on,  roll  on,  this  gladness, 

Till,  driven  from  every  shore, 
The  drunkard's  sin  and  madness 

Shall  smite  the  earth  no  more ! 


473.    L.  M. 

1  All-seeing  God!  't  is  thine  to  know 
The  springs  whence  wrong  opinions  flow ; 
To  judge,  from  principles  within, 

When  frailty  errs,  and  when  we  sin. 

2  "Who  among  men,  great  Lord  of  all, 
Thy  servant  to  his  bar  shall  call  ? 
Judge  him,  for  modes  of  faith,  thy  foe, 
And  doom  him  to  the  realms  of  woe  ? 

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3  Who  with  another's  eye  can  read  ? 
Or  worship  by  another's  creed  ? 
Trusting  thy  grace,  we  form  our  own, 
And  bow  to  thy  commands  alone. 

4  If  wrong,  correct ;  accept,  if  right ; 
While  faithful,  we  improve  our  light, 
Condemning  none,  but  zealous  still 
To  learn  and  follow  all  thy  will. 


474.    L.  M. 

1  Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found, 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach,  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell, 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  cravings  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name,  — 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 


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475.  c.  M. 

1  Defend  the  poor  and  desolate, 

And  rescue  from  the  hands 
Of  wicked  men  the  low  estate 
Of  him  that  help  demands. 

2  Regard  the  weak  and  fatherless, 

Despatch  the  poor  man's  cause, 
And  raise  the  man  in  deep  distress 
By  just  and  equal  laws. 

3  Rise,  God !  judge  thou  the  earth  in  might, 

The  oppressed  land  redress ; 
For  thou  art  he  who  shall  by  right 
The  nations  all  possess. 

476.  P.  M. 

Full  of  mercy,  full  of  love, 
Look  upon  us  from  above ; 
Let  thy  mercy  teach  one  brother 
To  forgive  and  love  another ; 
That,  copying  thy  mercy  here, 
Thy  goodness  may  hereafter  rear 
Our  souls  into  thy  glory,  when 
Our  dust  shalt  cease  to  be  with  men. 


477.    CM. 

1  Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 
By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 

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And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
Like  his,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill ; 
And  that  thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

4  Small  are  the  offerings  we  can  make ; 

Yet  thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward. 


478.     8,  6,  &  7s.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  Charity!  dispense 

Thy  grace  to  every  heart ; 
Expel  all  other  spirits  hence  ; 

Drive  self  from  every  part. 
Charity  divine !  draw  nigh  ; 
Break  the  chains  in  which  we  lie. 

2  All  selfish  souls,  whate'er  they  feign, 

Have  still  a  slavish  lot ; 
They  boast  of  liberty  in  vain, 

Of  love,  and  feel  it  not. 
He,  whose  bosom  glows  with  thee, 
He,  and  he  alone,  is  free. 

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479.        6  &  4s.  M. 

1  The  laws  of  Christian  light, 
These  are  our  weapons  bright, 

Our  mighty  shield ; 
Christ  is  our  leader  high, 
And  the  broad  plains  which  lie 
Beneath  the  blessed  sky, 

Our  battle-field. 

2  On,  then,  in  God's  great  name  ! 
Let  each  pure  spirit's  flame 

Burn  bright  and  clear  : 
Stand  firmly  in  your  lot, 
Cry  ye  aloud,  "  Doubt  not !  " 
Be  every  fear  forgot, 

Christ  leads  us  here. 

3  So  shall  earth's  distant  lands 
In  happy,  holy  bands, 

One  brotherhood, 
Together  rise  and  sing, 
And  joyful  offerings  bring, 
And  heaven's  Eternal  King 

Pronounce  it  good. 


480.    P.M. 

1  Oppression  shall  not  always  reign  ; 
There  comes  a  brighter  day, 
When  freedom,  burst  from  every  chain 
Shall  have  triumphant  way. 

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Then  right  shall  over  might  prevail, 
And  truth,  like  hero  armed  in  mail, 
The  hosts  of  tyrant  wrong  assail, 
And  hold  eternal  sway. 

2  The  hour  of  triumph  comes  apace, 
The  fated,  promised  hour, 

When  earth  upon  a  ransomed  race 
Her  bounteous  gifts  shall  shower. 

Ring,  Liberty,  thy  glorious  bell ! 

Bid  high  thy  sacred  banner  swell ! 

Let  trump  on  trump  the  triumph  tell 
Of  Heaven's  redeeming  power. 


481.    c.  M. 

1  O'er  mountain  tops,  the  mount  of  God, 

In  latter  days,  shall  rise 
Above  the  summits  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  Nor  war  shall  rage,  nor  hostile  strife 

Disturb  those  happy  years ; 
To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

3  No  longer  host,  encountering  host, 

Shall  crowds  of  slain  deplore ; 
They  '11  lay  the  martial  trumpet  by, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

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482.     7,  6,  &  8s.  M. 

1  Think  gently  of  the  erring! 

Lord,  let  us  not  forget, 
However  darkly  stained  by  sin, 

He  is  our  brother  yet. 
Heir  of  the  same  inheritance, 

Child  of  the  selfsame  God, 
He  hath  but  stumbled  in  the  path, 

We  have  in  weakness  trod. 

2  Speak  gently  to  him,  brother ; 

Thou  yet  mayst  lead  him  back, 
With  holy  words,  and  tones  of  love, 

From  misery's  thorny  track. 
Forget  not  thou  hast  often  sinned, 

And  sinful  yet  must  be  : 
Deal  gently  with  the  erring  one, 

As  God  has  dealt  with  thee. 


483.     S.  M. 

1  Lord  Jesus,  come  !  for  here 
Our  path  through  wilds  is  laid  ; 

We  watch  as  for  the  day-spring  near, 
Amid  the  breaking  shade. 

2  Lord  Jesus,  come !  for  hosts 
Meet  on  the  battle  plain : 

The  patriot  mourns,  the  tyrant  boasts, 
And  tears  are  shed  like  rain. 

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3  Lord  Jesus,  come !  for  chains 
Are  still  upon  the  slave ; 

Bind  up  his  wounds,  relieve  his  pains, 
The  pining  bondman  save. 

4  Hark  !  herald  voices  near 
Lead  on  thy  happier  day : 

Come,  Lord,  and  our  hosannas  hear ; 
We  wait  to  strew  thy  way. 

5  Come,  as  in  days  of  old, 

With  words  of  grace  and  power ; 
Gather  us  all  within  thy  fold, 
And  let  us  stray  no  more. 


484.    c.  M. 

1  I  may  not  scorn  the  meanest  thing 

That  on  the  earth  doth  crawl ; 
The  slave  who  would  not  burst  his  chain, 
The  tyrant  in  his  hall. 

2  The  vile  oppressor  who  hath  made 

The  widowed  mother  mourn, 
Though  worthless,  soulless,  he  may  stand, 
I  cannot,  dare  not  scorn. 

3  The  darkest  night  that  shrouds  the  sky, 

Of  beauty  hath  a  share : 
The  blackest  heart  hath  sighs,  to  tell 
That  God  still  lingers  there. 

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485.    c.  M. 

1  This  is  the  first  and  great  command,  — 

To  love  thy  God  above  : 
And  this  the  second,  —  as  thyself 
Thy  neighbor  thou  shalt  love. 

2  Who  is  my  neighbor?     He  who  wants 

The  help  which  thou  canst  give ; 
And  both  the  law  and  prophets  say, 
This  do,  and  thou  shalt  live. 


486.    S.  M. 

1  Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one ; 

Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  plea 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 
Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 

Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 
The  saints  are  blest  above, 

Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 


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487.    c.  M. 

1  All  men  are  equal  in  their  birth, 

Heirs  of  the  earth  and  sides  ; 
All  men  are  equal  when  that  earth 
Fades  from  their  dying  eyes. 

2  God  meets  the  throngs  who  pay  their  vows 

In  courts  that  hands  have  made, 
And  hears  the  worshipper  who  bows 
Beneath  the  plantain  shade. 

3  O,  let  man  hasten  to  restore 

To  all  their  rights  of  love  ; 
In  power  and  wealth  exult  no  more  ; 
In  wisdom  lowly  move. 

4  Ye  great,  renounce  your  earth-born  pride, 

Ye  low,  your  shame  and  fear ; 
Live,  as  ye  worship,  side  by  side  ; 
Your  brotherhood  revere. 


488.    L.  M. 

1  WrtEN  long  the  soul  had  slept  in  chains, 

And  man  to  man  was  stern  and  cold, 
When  love  and  worship  were  but  strains 

That  swept  the  gifted  chords  of  old, 
By  shady  mount  and  peaceful  lake, 

A  meek  and  lowly  stranger  came, 
The  weary  drank  the  words  he  spake, 

The  poor  and  feeble  blest  his  name. 

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2  He  went  where  frenzy  held  its  rule, 

Where  sickness  breathed  its  spell  of  pain ; 
By  famed  Bethesda's  mystic  pool, 

And  by  the  darkened  gate  of  Nain. 
He  soothed  the  mourner's  troubled  breast, 

He  raised  the  contrite  sinner's  head, 
And  on  the  loved  ones'  lowly  rest 

The  light  of  better  life  he  shed. 

3  Father,  the  spirit  Jesus  knew 

We  humbly  ask  of  thee  to-night, 
That  we  may  be  disciples,  too, 

Of  him  whose  way  was  love  and  light. 
Bright  be  the  places  where  we  tread 

Amid  earth's  suffering  and  its  poor, 
Till  we  shall  come  where  tears  are  shed 

And  broken  sighs  are  heard  no  more. 


489.    c.  M. 

1  Who  is  thy  neighbor  ?    He  whom  thou 

Hast  power  to  aid  or  bless ; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow 
Thy  hand  may  soothe  or  press. 

2  Thy  neighbor  ?  he  who  drinks  the  cup 

When  sorrow  drowns  the  brim  ; 
With  words  of  high  sustaining  hope, 
Go  thou  and  comfort  him. 

3  Thy  neighbor  ?  't  is  the  weary  slave, 

Fettered  in  mind  and  limb  ; 
He  hath  no  hope  this  side  the  grave  ; 
Go  tlion,  and  ransom  him. 

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4  Thy  neighbor  ?  pass  no  mourner  by  ; 
Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 
A  breaking  heart  from  misery  ; 
Go,  share  thy  lot  with  him. 

490.    c.  M. 

1  What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord, 

For  all  the  grace  we  see  ? 
The  goodness  feeble  man  can  yield 
Extendeth  not  to  thee. 

2  To  scenes  of  woe,  to  beds  of  pain, 

We  '11  cheerfully  repair, 
And,  with  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows, 
Relieve  the  sufferers  there. 

3  The  widow's  heart  shall  sing  for  joy; 

The  orphan  shall  be  glad  ; 
And  hungering  souls  we  '11  gladly  point 
To  Christ,  the  living  bread. 

4  Thus  what  our  Heavenly  Father  gave 

Shall  we  as  freely  give  ; 
Thus  copy  him  who  lived  to  save, 
And  died  that  we  might  live. 

491.     L.  M. 

1   O  God  of  freedom !  hear  us  pray 
For  steadfast  hearts  to  toil  as  one, 
Till  thy  pure  law  hath  boundless  sway, 
Thy  will  in  heaven  and  earth  be  done. 


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2  A  piercing  voice  of  grief  and  wrong 

Goes  upward  from  the  groaning  earth; 
Most  true  and  holy  Lord  !  how  long  ?  — 
In  majesty  and  might  come  forth  ! 

492.     7s.  M. 

1  Lord  !  deliver  ;  thou  canst  save  ; 

Save  from  evil,  mighty  God ! 
Hear,  O,  hear  the  kneeling  slave ! 
Break,  O,  break  the  oppressor's  rod ! 

2  May  the  captive's  pleading  fill 

All  the  earth,  and  all  the  sky  ; 
Every  other  voice  be  still, 

While  he  pleads  with  God  on  high. 

3  From  the  tyranny  within, 

Save  thy  children,  Lord  !  we  pray  ; 
Chains  of  iron,  chains  of  sin, 
Cast,  for  ever  cast  away. 

4  Love  to  man,  and  love  to  God, 

Are  the  weapons  of  our  war  ; 
These  can  break  the  oppressor's  rod, 
Burst  the  bonds  that  we  abhor. 


493.    C.  M. 

1  Father  of  mercies  !  send  thy  grace 
All-powerful  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

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O,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 
The  generous  pleasure  know, 

Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe. 


494.     8s.  M. 

1  Lord,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Perfecting  the  Church  below ! 
Steadfast  may  we  cleave  to  thee  ; 
Love  the  mystic  union  be. 

Join  our  faithful  spirits,  join 
Each  to  each,  and  all  to  thine : 
Lead  us  through  the  paths  of  peace, 
On  to  perfect  holiness. 

2  Sweetly  may  we  all  agree, 
Touched  with  softest  sympathy  : 
There  is  neither  bond  nor  free, 
Great  nor  servile,  Lord,  in  thee ; 
Love,  like  death,  hath  all  destroyed, 
Rendered  all  distinctions  void  ! 
Names,  and  sects,  and  parties  fall : 
Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  in  all ! 


495.    L.  M. 

1  Assist  us,  Lord !  to  act,  to  be, 
What  nature  and  thy  laws  decree ; 
Worthy  that  intellectual  flame, 
Which  from  thy  breathing  spirit  came. 

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2  May  our  expanded  souls  disclaim 
The  narrow  view,  the  selfish  aim ; 
But  with  a  Christian  zeal  embrace, 
Whate'er  is  friendly  to  our  race. 

3  O  Father  !  grace  and  virtue  grant ; 
No  more  we  wish,  no  more  we  want  : 
To  know,  to  serve  thee,  and  to  love, 
Is  peace  below,  is  bliss  above. 

496.     7s.  M. 

1  Men  !  whose  boast  it  is,  that  ye 
Come  of  fathers  brave  and  free, 
If  there  breathe  on  earth  a  slave, 
Are  ye  truly  free  and  brave  ? 

If  ye  do  not  feel  the  chain 
When  it  works  a  brothers  pain, 
Are  ye  not  base  slaves  indeed, 
Slaves  unworthy  to  be  freed  ? 

2  Is  true  freedom  but  to  break 
Fetters  for  our  own  dear  sake, 
And  with  leathern  hearts  forget 
That  we  owe  mankind  a  debt  ? 
No  !  true  freedom  is  to  share 
All  the  chains  our  brothers  wear, 
And  with  heart  and  hand  to  be 
Earnest  to  make  others  free. 

3  They  are  slaves  who  fear  to  speak 
For  the  fallen  and  the  weak  ; 

They  are  slaves,  who  will  not  choose 
Hatred,  scoffing,  and  abus<\ 

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Rather  than,  in  silence,  shrink 
From  the  truth  they  needs  must  think  ; 
They  are  slaves,  who  dare  not  be 
In  the  right  with  two  or  three. 


497.     6  &  4s.  M. 

1  Lord,  from  thy  blessed  throne, 
Sorrow  look  down  upon  ! 

God  save  the  poor  ! 
Teach  them  true  liberty, 
Make  them  from  tyrants  free, 
Let  their  homes  happy  be  ! 

God  save  the  poor  ! 

2  The  arms  of  wicked  men 

Do  thou  with  might  restrain,  — 

God  save  the  poor  ! 
Raise  thou  their  lowliness, 
Succor  thou  their  distress, 
Thou  whom  the  meanest  bless  ! 

God  save  the  poor ! 

3  Give  them  stanch  honesty, 
Let  their  pride  manly  be,  — 

God  save  the  poor  ! 
Help  them  to  hold  the  right, 
Give  them  both  truth  and  might, 
Lord  of  all  life  and  light ! 

God  save  the  poor ! 


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"498.    11  &  10s.  M. 

1  Down  the  dark  future,  through  long  generations, 

The  sounds  of  war  grow  fainter,  and  then  cease  ; 
And  like  a  bell  with  solemn,  sweet  vibrations, 
I   hear    once    more   the   voice   of   Christ   say, 
"  Peace ! " 

2  Peace  \  and  no  longer,  from  its  brazen  portals, 

The  blast  of  war's  great  organ  shakes  the  skies  ; 
But  beautiful  as  songs  of  the  immortals, 
The  holy  melodies  of  love  arise. 


499.    L.  M. 

1  Lord,  when  thine  ancient  people  cried, 

Oppressed  and  bound- by  Egypt's  king, 
Thou  didst  Arabia's  sea  divide, 
And  forth  thy  fainting  Israel  bring. 

2  Lo,  in  these  latter  days,  our  land 

Groans  with  the  anguish  of  the  slave  : 
Lord  God  of  hosts !  stretch  forth  thy  hand, 
Not  shortened  that  it  cannot  save. 

3  Roll  back  the  swelling  tide  of  sin, 

The  lust  of  gain,  the  lust  of  power  ; 
The  day  of  freedom  usher  in  : 

How  long  delays  the  appointed  hour  ? 

4  O,  let  thy  smitten  ones  again 

Take  up  the  chorus  of  the  free ! 
Praise  ye  the  Lord!  his  power  proclaim, 
For  ho  hath  conquered  gloriously! 

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500.     L.  M. 


1  That  stream  of  Truth  —  a  silver  thread, 
Scarce  known,  save  by  its  fountain-head  — 
Now  onward  pours,  a  mighty  flood, 

And  fills  the  new-formed  world  with  good. 

2  Where'er  that  living  fountain  flows, 
New  life  its  healing  wave  bestows, 
And  man,  from  sin's  corruptions  free, 
Inspires  with  its  own  purity. 

3  A  spirit  breathed  from  Zion's  hill 
In  holy  hearts  is  living  still,  — 
That  Comforter  from  heaven  above, 
The  presence  of  celestial  love. 

4  O,  may  this  spirit  ever  be 
Our  bond  of  peace  and  unity  ! 
Thus  shall  we  teach,  as  Christ  began, 
Through  love,  the  brotherhood  of  man. 


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501.    c.  M. 

1  How  good  and  pleasant  is  the  sight, 

How  great  the  bliss  they  share, 
When  Christ's  assembled  flock  unite 

In  acts  of  social  prayer ! 
God  thither,  with  paternal  care, 

His  face  benignant  bends  ; 
And  Jesus,  by  his  spirit,  there 

On  faithful  hearts  descends. 

2  To  such,  by  hallowed  lips  expressed, 

His  grace  confirms  his  word, 
As  once  Cornelius'  house  it  blest, 

From  holy  Peter  heard  : 
On  prayer  and  praise,  in  faith  preferred, 

His  heavenly  dew  is  shed ; 
And  he  to  all,  who  come  prepared, 

Dispenses  heavenly  bread. 


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SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

3  To  God,  adored  in  ages  past, 

Enthroned  in  majesty, — 
To  God,  whose  worship  aye  shall  last, 

Throughout  eternity,  — 
To  thee,  Great  God,  we  bend  the  knee, 

And  in  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Through  Christ,  all  glory  give  to  thee. 

With  all  thy  heavenly  host. 


502.     7s.  M. 

1  As  the  sun's  enlivening  eye 

Shines  on  every  place  the  same ; 
So  the  Lord  is  always  nigh 

To  the  souls  that  love  his  name. 

2  When  they  move  at  duty's  call, 

He  is  with  them  by  the  way ; 
He  is  ever  with  them  all, 

Those  who  go,  and  those  who  stay. 

3  For  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  then  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

4  Father,  hear  our  humble  prayer ! 

Tender  shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep . 


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503.     7s.  M. 


1  Let  us  join,  as  God  commands, 
Let  us  join  our  hearts  and  hands  ; 
Help  to  gain  our  calling's  hope; 
Help  to  build  each  other  up  ; 
Carry  on  the  Christian's  strife ; 
Walk  in  holiness  of  life  ; 
Faithfully  our  gifts  improve 
For  the  sake  of  him  we  love ; 

2  Still  forget  the  things  behind ; 
Follow  Christ  in  heart  and  mind  ; 
Toward  the  mark  unwearied  press  ; 
Seize  the  crown  of  righteousness, 
While  we  walk  with  God  in  light, 
God  our  hearts  will  still  unite ; 

Dearest  fellowship  we  prove, 

Fellowship  in  Jesus'  love. 


504.    L.  M. 

Thy  bounteous  hand  with  food  can  bless 
The  bleak  and  barren  wilderness, 
And  thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord,  to  prav 
For  daily  bread  from  day  to  day. 

2  Arid,  O,  when  through  the  wilds  we  roam 
lliat  part  us  from  our  heavenly  home; 
When,  lost  in  danger,  want,  and  woe, 
Our  faithless  tears  begin  to  flow  ; 

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3  Do  thou  thy  gracious  comfort  give, 
By  which  alone  the  soul  can  live ; 
And  grant  thy  children,  Lord,  we  pray, 
The  bread  of  life  from  day  to  day ! 


505.    L.  M. 

1  Thou,  Saviour,  who  thyself  didst  give, 
That  all  the  world  might  turn  and  live, 
Who  dost  the  careless  sinner  draw 
With  cords  of  love  to  thy  pure  law, 
Who  dost  thy  Church  with  fondness  call. 
And  by  thy  grace  receivest  all ;  — 

2  Behold  us,  Lord,  before  thy  throne  ; 
Inspire  and  make  our  hearts  thine  own ; 
Bind  to  thy  cross  our  wandering  will, 
Each  act  with  holy  purpose  nil ; 

Our  weakness  let  thy  strength  defend, 
Thou  Author  of  our  faith,  and  End ' 


506.     6  &  5s.  M. 

1   O  Thou  who  nearest  prayer, 
Through  his  submission 

Who  did  our  sorrows  bear, 
Hear  our  petition  : 

Lead  us  in  thine  own  way ; 

Grant  us,  we  humbly  pray, 

For  all  our  sins  this  day, 
Holv  contrition. 


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THE    CHURCH. 

2  They  shall  lie  down  in  peace, 
Lord,  whom  thou  kecpest ; 

lhy  mercies  never  cease  ; 
Thou  never  sleepest : 

Guard  us  till  morning's  ray 

Bids  us  again  essay 

Who  shall  pour  forth  the  lay 
Loudest  and  deepest. 

507.    c.  m. 

Thou  biddest,  Lord,  thy  sons  be  bold, 

Lord,  thou  hast  set  us  free  ; 
The  dear  adoption  fast  we  hold, 

The  glorious  liberty ! 

2  We  stand  unto  our  God  how  near ! 

Nor  priest,  nor  veil  between, 
Lord !  full  unto  thine  own  appear  ; 
We  cast  away  each  screen. 

3  Thy  truth  is  waiting  to  be  seized ; 

Thou  sweetly  bid'st  us  dare  ; 
We  look,  we  seek,  —  and  thou  art  pleased 
I  o  meet  us  everywhere. 

4  Thy  Spirit's  fulness  we  embrace,  — 

Away  with  man's  poor  dole ! 
The  sweetest  visit  of  thy  grace 
Asks  but  an  open  soul. 

5  Full  feels  our  solemn  privacy, 

The  sweet  celestial  air ; 


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SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

In  humble  joy  we  lay  on  thee 
The  loving  clasp  of  prayer. 

6  We  mingle  now  our  inmost  fires, 

A  glowing  spirit-throng ! 
All  free  and  strong  of  wing,  aspires 
The  passion  of  our  song. 

7  Thine  own  we  are,  Almighty  One ! 

Thine  own  would  ever  be ; 
Endless  thy  dear  dominion, 
Our  glorious  liberty ! 

508.    S.  M. 

1  Our  Heavenly  Father  calls, 
And  Christ  invites  us  near ; 

With  both  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  my  griefs  ; 
He  pardons  every  day ; 

Almighty  to  protect  my  soul, 
And  wise  to  guide  my  way. 

3  Jesus,  my  living  Head, 

I  bless  thy  faithful  care ; 
Mine  advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  my  forerunner  there. 

4  Here  fix  my  roving  heart, 
Here  wait  my  warmest  love, 

Till  the  communion  be  complete 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

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509.     7s.  M. 

1  Abba,  Father,  hear  thy  child, 
Late  in  Jesus  reconciled  ; 
Hear,  and  all  the  graces  shower, 
All  the  joy,  and  peace,  and  power; 
All  my  Saviour  asks  above, 

All  the  life  and  heaven  of  love. 

2  Heavenly  Father,  Life  divine, 
Change  my  nature  into  thine ; 
Move  and  spread  throughout  my  soul, 
Actuate  and  fill  the  whole  : 

Lord,  I  will  not  let  thee  go 
Till  the  blessing  thou  bestow. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  no  more  delay ; 
Come,  and  in  thy  temple  stay : 
Now  thine  inward  witness  bear, 
Strong,  and  permanent,  and  clear  : 
Spring  of  life,  thyself  impart ; 
Rise  eternal  in  my  heart. 

510.    c.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  who  in  Christ  believe 

Our  common  Saviour  praise : 
To  him,  with  joyful  voices,  give 
The  glory  of  his  grace. 

2  He  now  stands  knocking  at  the  door 

Of  every  sinner's  heart : 
The  worst  need  keep  him  out  no  more, 
Or  force  him  to  depart. 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

3  Through  grace  we  hearken  to  thy  voice, 

Yield  to  be  saved  from  sin  ; 
In  sure  and  certain  hope  rejoice, 
That  thou  wilt  enter  in. 

4  Come  quickly  in,  thou  heavenly  guest, 

Nor  ever  hence  remove ; 
But  rest  with  us,  and  let  the  feast 
Be  everlasting  love. 


511.  C.  M. 

1  Father,  united  by  thy  grace, 

And  each  to  each  endeared, 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face, 
And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 

2  Make  us  into  one  spirit  drink ; 

Baptize  into  one  name  ; 
And  let  us  always  kindly  think 
And  sweetly  speak  the  same. 

512.  7s.  M. 

1  Let  us  for  each  other  care  ; 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear ; 
To  thy  Church  the  pattern  give ; 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

2  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide ; 

All  the  depths  of  love  express, 
All  the  heights  of  holiness. 

357 


THE    CHURCH. 


513.  7s.  M. 

1  Join  us,  in  one  spirit  join, 
Let  us  still  receive  of  thine : 
Still  for  more  on  thee  we  call, 
Thou  who  fillest  all  in  all ! 

2  Closer  knit  us  to  our  Head  ; 
Nourish  us,  in  Christ,  and  feed  ; 
Let  us  daily  growth  receive, 
More  and  more  in  Jesus  live. 

3  Many  are  we  now  and  one, 
We  who  Jesus  have  put  on : 
There  is  neither  bond  nor  free, 
Neither  great  nor  small,  in  thee. 

4  Love,  like  death,  hath  all  destroyed, 
Rendered  our  distinctions  void ; 
Names,  and  sects,  and  parties  fall ; 
Thou,  O  God,  art  all  in  all ! 

514.  7s.  M. 

1  Centre  of  our  hopes  thou  art ; 

End  of  our  enlarged  desires : 
Stamp  thine  image  on  our  heart ; 

Fill  us  now  with  heavenly  fires : 
Joined  to  thee  by  love  divine, 
Seal  our  souls  for  ever  thine. 

2  All  our  works  in  thee  be  wrought,  — 

Levelled  at  one  common  aim  : 

358 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

Every  word  and  every  thought 
Purge  in  the  refining  flame  : 
Lead  us,  through  the  paths  of  peace, 
On  to  perfect  holiness. 

3  Let  us  all  together  rise, 

To  thy  glorious  life  restored  ; 

Here  regain  our  Paradise, 

Here  prepare  to  meet  our  Lord  ; 

Here  enjoy  the  earnest  given  ; 

Travel  hand  in  hand  to  heaven. 


515.    c.  M. 

1  Through  thee  we  now  together  came, 

In  singleness  of  heart ; 
We  met,  O  Jesus,  in  thy  name, 
NAnd  in  thy  name  we  part. 

2  Subsisteth  in  us  all  one  soul, 

No  power  can  make  us  twain ; 
And  mountains  rise,  and  oceans  roll, 
To  sever  us,  in  vain. 

3  We  still  in  spirit  present  are, 

And  intimately  nigh, 
While  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  prayer 
We  to  each  other  fly. 

4  Our  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God  ; 

Our  life  shall  soon  appear, 
And  shed  his  glory  all  abroad, 
In  all  his  members  here. 

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516.  c.  M. 

1  Try  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 

Of  every  sinful  heart : 
Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 
O,  bid  it  all  depart ! 

2  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 

Each  other's  cross  to  bear ; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  Ms  brother's  care. 

3  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  stock  improve  ; 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

4  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  spotless  here  below. 

517.  c.  M. 

1  On  the  first  Christian  Sabbath  eve, 

When  his  disciples  met, 
O'er  his  lost  fellowship  to  grieve, 
Nor  knew  the  Scripture  yet,  — 

2  Lo,  in  their  midst  his  form  was  seen, 

The  form  in  which  he  died  ; 
Their  Master's  marred  and  wounded  mien, 
His  hands,  his  feet,  his  side. 


SOCIAL     WORSHIP. 


3  Be  in  our  midst ;  let  faith  rejoice 

Our  risen  Lord  to  view, 
And  make  our  spirits  hear  thy  voice 
Say,  "  Peace  be  unto  you." 

4  And  while  with  thee  in  social  hours 

We  commune  through  thy  word, 
May  our  hearts  burn,  and  all  our  powers 
Confess,  "  It  is  the  Lord." 


518.    c.  M. 

1  We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne, 

And  think  ourselves  sincere  ; 
But  show  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
Thy  real  worshipper  ? 

2  Give  us  ourselves  and  thee  to  know, 

In  this  our  gracious  day ; 

Repentance  unto  life  bestow, 

And  take  our  sins  away. 

3  Impoverish,  Lord,  and  then  relieve, 

And  then  enrich  the  poor ; 
The  knowledge  of  our  sickness  give, 
The  knowledge  of  our  cure. 

4  O,  that  we  all  might  now  begin 

Our  foolishness  to  mourn, 
And  turn  at  once  from  every  sin, 
And  to  our  Saviour  turn. 

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THE  FUTURE  CHURCH. 


519.    a  m. 


1     Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 
Sweet  reign  of  light  and  love  ! 
Shed  peace,  and  hope,  and  joy  abroad, 
And  wisdom  from  above. 


2  Over  our  spirits  first 
Extend  thy  healing  reign  ; 

There  raise  and  quench  the  sacred  thirst, 
That  never  pains  again. 

3  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God ! 
And  make  the  broad  earth  thine  ; 

Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 

4  Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest 
With  fruit  from  life's  glad  tree  ; 

And  in  its  shade  like  brothers  rest, 
Sons  ofone  family. 

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520.    c.  M. 

1  O,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 

Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 
But  Holy  Church  is  praying  yet, 

A  thousand  years  the  same. 
Mark  ye  her  holy  battlements, 

And  her  foundations  strong ; 
And  hear  within,  her  solemn  voice, 

And  her  unending  song. 

2  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 

The  Holy  Church  of  God ! 
Though  earthquake  shocks  are  rocking  her, 

And  tempests  are  abroad  ; 
Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 

Immovable  she  stands,  — 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 

A  fane  unbuilt  by  hands. 


521 .     7  &  6s.  M. 

God  comes,  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

And  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

333 


THE    CHURCH. 

2  He  shall  come  down,  as  showers 

Upon  the  thirsty  earth  ; 
And  joy  and  hope,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth. 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  Peace,  the  herald,  go, 
And  Righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

3  To  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows,  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end. 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever, 

His  great,  best  name  of  Love. 

522.    c.  M. 

1  Gone  is  the  hollow,  murky  night, 

With  all  its  shadows  dun  ; 
O,  shine  upon  us,  heavenly  Light, 
As  on  the  earth  the  sun  ! 

2  Pour  on  our  hearts  thy  heavenly  beam, 

In  radiance  sublime ! 
Retire  before  that  ray  supreme, 
Ye  sins  of  elder  time ! 

3  Lo,  on  the  morn  that  now  is  here 

No  night  shall  ever  fall ; 
But  faith  shall  burn,  undimmed  and  clear, 
Till  God  be  all  in  all. 

3^4 


THE    FUTURE    CHURCH. 

4  This  is  the  dawn  of  infant  faith  ; 

The  day  will  follow  soon, 
When  hope  shall  breathe  with  freer  breath, 
And  morn  be  lost  in  noon ; 

5  For  to  the  seed  that 's  sown  to-day 

A  harvest-time  is  given, 
When  charity,  with  faith  to  stay, 
Shall  make  on  earth  a  heaven. 


523.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Hear  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken 

O  my  people,  faint  and  few, 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you  : 
Scenes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways ; 
You  shall  name  your  walls  salvation, 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise. 

2  Ye,  no  more  your  suns  descending, 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see ; 
But,  your  griefs  for  ever  ending, 

Find  eternal  noon  in  me : 
God  shall  rise,  and,  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  glory, 

God  your  everlasting  light. 


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THE    CHURCH. 

524.    10s.  M. 

1  Rise,  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise  ! 
Exalt  thy  towering  head,  and  lift  thine  eyes  ; 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  ilood  of  day. 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn  ; 
See  future  sons  and  daughters  yet  unborn 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies. 

3  See  barbarous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend ; 

See  thy  bright  altars,  thronged  with  prostrate  kings, 
While  every  land  its  joyous  tribute  brings. 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  to  smoke  decay, 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away ; 
But  fixed  his  word,  Ms  saving  power  remains  ; 
Thy  realm  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 


525.     7  &  5s.  M. 

1  Onward  speed  thy  conquering  flight ; 

Angel,  onward  speed  ; 
Cast  abroad  thy  radiant  light, 

Bid  the  shades  recede  ; 
Tread  the  idols  in  the  dust, 

Heathen  fanes  destroy ; 
Spread  the  Gospel's  holy  trust, 

Spread  the  Gospel's  joy. 


THE    FUTURE    CHURCH. 

2  Onward  speed  thy  conquering  flight ; 

Angel,  onward  speed ; 
Morning  bursts  upon  our  sight,  — 

'  T  is  the  time  decreed : 
Jesus  now  his  kingdom  takes, 

Thrones  and  empires  fall ; 
And  the  joyous  song  awakes, 

"  God  is  all  in  all." 


526.     7s.  M.  ■ 

1  Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveller !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star. 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell  ? 
Traveller !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveller !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends. 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller !  ages  are  its  own  ; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller !  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 
Doubt  and  terrpr  are  withdrawn. 

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THE    CHURCH. 


Watchman!  let  thy  wanderings  cease; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller!  lo !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo !  the  Son  of  God,  is  come. 


527.    L.  M. 

1  O  spirit  of  the  living  God, 

In  all  thy  plentitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  degenerate  race ! 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love, 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light ; 

Confusion,  order,  in  thy  path ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might ; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Convert  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh, 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record  ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  people  call  him  Lord. 


528.     7  &  6s.  M. 

1   When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along  ? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song, 

338 


THE    FUTURE    CHURCH. 

Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 
And  Him  who  once  was  slain 

Again  to  earth  descended, 
In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly, 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply : 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
The  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 


529.     10s.  M. 

1  Pour,  blessed  Gospel,  glorious  news  for  man ! 

Thy  stream  of  life  o'er  springless  deserts  roll : 
Thy  bond  of  peace  the  mighty  earth  can  span, 
And  make  one  brotherhood  from  pole  to  pole. 

2  On,  piercing  Gospel,  on !  of  every  heart, 

In  every  latitude,  thou  own'st  the  key : 
From  their  dull  slumbers  savage  souls  shall  start, 
With  all  their  treasures  first  unlocked  by  thee. 

3  Spread,  mighty  Gospel,  spread  thy  soaring  wings ! 

Gather  thy  scattered  ones  from  every  land : 
Call  home  the  wanderers  to  the  King  of  kings ; 
Proclaim  them  all  thine  own ;  —  't  is   Christ's 
command ! 


369 


THE    CHURCH. 


53{).    L.  M. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  : 
The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest. 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 


531.     8&7s.  M. 

1  O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 

Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze ; 
See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace. 

2  Let  the  dark,  benighted  pagan, 

Let  the  rude  barbarian,  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest 
Once  obtained  on  Calvary. 

3  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light; 
Now,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night. 

4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel ; 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease : 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase. 

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THE    FUTURE    CHURCH. 


532.     S,  7,  &  4s.  M. 

1  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing,  — 
Zion,  long  in  hostile  lands  : 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning ; 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee  ;» 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end : 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee  ; 
#     All  thy  warfare  now  be  past ; 

God,  thy  Saviour,  will  defend  thee; 
Victory  is  thine  at  last : 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 


371 


THE    CHURCH. 


533.    7s.  m. 

1  On  thy  Church,  O  Power  Divine, 
Cause  thy  glorious  face  to  shine ; 
Till  the  nations  from  afar 

Hail  her  as  their  guiding  star ; 
Till  her  sons,  from  zone  to  zone, 
Make  thy  great  salvation  known. 

2  Then  shall  God,  with  lavish  hand, 
Scatter  blessings  o'er  the  land ; 
Earth  shall  yield  her  rich  increase, 
Every  breeze  shall  whisper  peace, 
And  the  world's  remotest  bound 
With  the  voice  of  praise  resound. 


534.    c.  M. 

1  But  who  shall  see  the  glorious  day, 

When,  throned  on  Zion's  brow, 
The  Lord  shall  rend  the  veil  away 

That  hides  the  nations  now ! 
When  earth  no  more  beneath  the  fear  • 

Of  his  rebuke  shall  lie, 
When  pain  shall  cease,  and  every  tear 

Be  wiped  from  every  eye  ! 

2  Then,  Judah,  thou  no  more  shalt  mourn 

Beneath  the  heathen's  chain ; 
Thy  days  of  splendor  shall  return, 
And  all  be  new  again. 


THE    FUTURE    CHURCH. 

The  fount  of  life  shall  then  be  quaffed 
In  peace  by  all  who  come ; 

And  every  wind  that  blows  shall  waft 
Some  long-lost  wanderer  home. 


535.    P.  M. 

1  Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness ! 

Awake !    for  thy   foes   shall    oppress   thee   no 
more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  glad- 
ness, 
Arise !  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm  that  subdued 

them, 

And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far ; 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that  pur- 
sued them, 

Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath  saved  thee, 

Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should 
be ; 
Shout!  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee ; 
The  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free. 


536.    10s.  M. 

1  Restore,  O  Father !  to  our  times  restore 

The  peace  which  filled  thine  infant  Church  of  yore ; 
Ere  lust  of  power  had  sown  the  seeds  of  strife, 
And  quenched  the  new-born  charities  of  life. 

39  H73 


THE    CHURCH. 


2  O,  never  more  may  differing  judgments  part 
From  kindly  sympathy  a  brother's  heart ; 
But,  linked  in  one,  believing  thousands  kneel, 
And  share  with  each  the  sacred  joy  they  feel. 

3  From  soul  to  soul,  quick  as  the  sunbeam's  ray, 
Let  concord  spread  one  universal  day ; 

And  faith  by  love  lead  all  mankind  to  thee, 
Parent  of  peace,  and  fount  of  harmony  ! 


537.    c.  M. 

1  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad. 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

2  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  fall. 

That  all  thy  faithful  race 
May,  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 


538.     7  &  6s.  M. 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains. 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand, 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 
;>,:  I 


mi:    FUTURE    CHURCH. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  O,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name. 


539.    L.  M. 

1  Sovereign  of  worlds  !  display  thy  power ; 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour  ; 

Bid  the  bright  morning-star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Aide's  shore,  on  India's  plains, 
On  lonely  isles  and  lands  unknown, 
And  make  the  nations  all  thine  own. 

3  Speak !  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice ; 
Speak  !  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 

And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 

375 


THE    CHURCH. 


540.     8  &  9s.  M. 

1  A  little  child,  in  bulrush  ark, 

Came  floating  on  the  Nile's  broad  water ; 
That  child  made  Egypt's  glory  dark, 

And  freed  his  tribe  from  bonds  and  slaughter. 

2  A  little  child  for  knowledge  sought, 

In  Israel's  temple,  of  its  sages  ; 
That  child  the  world's  religion  brought, 
And  crushed  the  temples  of  past  ages. 

3  'Mid  worst  oppressions,  if  remain 

Young  hearts  to  freedom  still  aspiring ; 
If,  nursed  in  superstition's  chain, 

The  human  mind  be  still  inquiring,  — 

4  Then  let  not  priest  or  tyrant  dote 

On  dreams  of  long  the  world  commanding ; 
The  ark  of  Moses  is  afloat, 

And  Christ  is  in  the  temple  standing. 


376 


TIL 

THE   HEART. 


I.     PENITENCE. 

(p.  379.) 

n.     RENEWAL. 

(p.  393.) 

III.     PRAYER. 

(p.  398.) 

IV.    ASPIRATION. 

(p.  407.) 

V.     CONSECRATION. 

(p.  421.) 

VI.     GENTLENESS   AND   HUMILITY. 

(p.  441.) 

VII.     GRATITUDE. 

(p.  448.) 

VIII.  CONFIDENCE   AND  JOY. 

(p.  451.) 

IX.  FAITH  AND   SUBMISSION. 

(p.  458.) 

X.     CONSOLATION. 

(p.  483.) 
3-2  *  J77 


PENITENCE. 


541.    c.  M. 

1  O,  when  the  tide  of  graces  set 

So  full  upon  my  heart, 
I  know,  dear  Lord !  how  faithlessly 
I  did  my  little  part. 

2  And  if  some  weariness  should  come, 

A  present  from  on  high, 
Teach  me  to  find  the  hidden  wealth 
That  in  its  depths  may  lie. 

3  If  1  have  served  thee,  Lord !  for  hire, 

Hire  which  thv  bounty  showed, 
Ah  !  I  can  serve  Ihee  now  for  naught, 
And  only  as  my  God. 

4  O,  blessed  be  my  darkness  then, 

The  deep  in  which  I  lie, 
And  blessed  be  all  things  that  teach 
God's  dread  supremacy! 

379 


THE    HEART. 


542.  c.  M. 

1  Were  not  the  sinful  Mary's  tears 

An  offering  worthy  heaven, 
When  o'er  the  faults  of  former  years 
She  wept,  and  was  forgiven  ? 

2  When,  bringing  every  balmy  sweet 

Her  day  of  luxury  stored, 
She  o'er  her  Saviour's  hallowed  feet 
The  precious  perfume  poured, — 

3  Were  not  those  sweets  so  humbly  shed, 

That  hair,  those  weeping  eyes, 
And  the  sunk  heart  which  inly  bled, 
Heaven's  noblest  sacrifice  ? 

4  Thou  that  hast  slept  in  error's  sleep, 

O,  wouldst  thou  wake  to  heaven, 
Like  Mary  kneel,  like  Mary  weep ; 
"  Love  much,"  and  be  forgiven  ! 

543.  c.  M. 

I  This  freezing  heart,  O  Lord!  this  will 
Dry  as  the  desert  sand, 
Good  thoughts  that  will  not  come,  bad  thoughts 
That  come  without  command,  — 


A  faith  that  seems  not  faith,  a  hope 
That  cares  not  for  its  aim, 

A  love  that  none  the  warmer  grows 
At  Jesus'  blessed  name,  — 

3S0 


PENITENCE. 

3  And  if  it  hath  been  sin  of  mine, 
O,  show  that  sin  to  me, 
Not  to  get  back  the  sweetness  lost, 
But  to  make  peace  with  thee. 

544.    c.  M. 

1  Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return, 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn 
"Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 


2  Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return, 
And  wipe  the  falling  tear  ; 
Thy  Father  calls,  —  no  longer  mourn ; 
'T  is  Love  invites  thee  near. 


545.     7s.  M. 

1  Hast  thou  wasted  all  the  powers 

God  for  noble  uses  gave  ? 
Squandered  life's  most  golden  hours  ? 
Turn  thee,  brother,  God  can  save ! 

2  Is  a  mighty  famine  now 

In  thy  heart  and  in  thy  soul  ? 
Discontent  upon  thy  brow  ? 

Turn  thee,  God  will  make  thee  whole ! 

3  Fall  before  him  on  the  ground, 

Pour  thy  sorrow  in  his  ear, 
Seek  him  while  he  may  be  found, 
Call  upon  him  while  he  's  near. 

381 


THE    HEART. 


^  546.    c.  M. 

1  Long  have  I  seemed  to  serve  thee,  Lord, 

With  unavailing  pain : 
Fasted  and  prayed,  and  read  thy  word, 
And  heard  it  preached  in  vain. 

2  Oft  did  I  with  the  assembly  join, 

And  near  thine  altar  drew ; 
A  form  of  godliness  was  mine, 
The  power  I  never  knew. 
< 

3  I  rested  in  the  outward  law, 

Nor  knew  its  deep  design  : 
The  length  and  breadth  I  never  saw, 
And  height,  of  love  divine. 

4  Where  am  I  now,  or  what  my  hope  ? 

What  can  my  weakness  do  ? 

Father,  to  thee  my  soul  looks  up  : 

'T  is  thou  must  make  it  new. 


547.    L.  M. 

1  Come,  now,  ye  wanderers,  to  your  God, 
Through  love,  to  purity  restored ; 

The  proffered  benefit  embrace, 

The  plenitude  of  heavenly  grace  ;  — 

2  The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence  ; 

The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven ; 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heaven  ; 

382 


n:\iTENCE. 


3  The  guiltless  shame,  the  sweet  distress, 
The  unutterable  tenderness  ; 

The  genuine  meek  humility, 

The  wonder,  "  Why  such  love  to  me  ?  "  - 

4  The  o'erwhelming  power  of  saving  grace, 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraph's  face  ; 
The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love. 


548.    L.  M. 

1  Loosed  from  my  God,  and  far  removed, 

Long  have  I  wandered  to  and  fro  ; 
O'er  earth  in  endless  circles  roved, 

Nor  found  whereon  to  rest  below  : 
But  now,  my  God,  to  thee  I  fly, 
For,  oh !  estranged  from  thee,  I  die. 

2  Selfish  pursuits,  and  nature's  maze, 

The  things  of  sense,  for  thee  I  leave  : 
Put  forth  thy  hand,  thy  hand  of  grace ; 

Into  the  ark  of  love  receive  ; 
Take  my  poor,  fluttering  soul  to  rest, 
And  lodge  it,  Father,  in  thy  breast. 

3  Endow  me  with  my  Saviour's  peace, 

Confirm  and  keep  my  longing  heart ; 
In  thee  may  all  my  wanderings  cease  ; 

From  thee  may  I  no  more  depart : 
Then  shall  the  joy  within  me  prove 
The  fulness  of  my  Father's  love ! 


183 


THE    HEART. 


549.    c.  M. 


1  Back  to  the  world  we  've  faithless  turned, 

And  far  along  the  wild, 
With  labor  lost,  and  sorrow  earned, 
Our  steps  have  been  beguiled. 

2  Yet  full  before  us,  all  the  while, 

The  guiding  pillar  stays  ; 
The  living  waters  brightly  smile, 
Th'  eternal  turrets  blaze. 

3  O  Father,  of  long-suffering  grace, 

Thou  who  in  love  dost  stay, 
Pleading  with  sinners  face  to  face, 
Through  all  their  devious  way,  — 

4  Thy  guardian  fire,  thy  guiding  cloud, 

Be  round  us  as  our  wall ; 
Nor  be  our  erring  hearts  allowed 
Again  to  faint  or  fall. 

550.    L.  M. 

1  O  Father,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

More  full  of  grace  than  man  of  sin, 
Yet  once  again  we  seek  thy  face  ; 

Open  thine  arms  and  take  us  in, 
And  freely  our  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  thy  faithless  children  still. 

2  Ah,  give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart, 

That  trembles  at  the  approach  of  sin : 

384 


PENITENCE. 


A  godly  fear  of  sin  impart ; 

Implant  and  root  it  deep  within : 
The  errors  of  my  soul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 

3  Give  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears, 
And  kindle  my  relentings  now ; 
Fill  my  whole  soul  with  filial  fears ; 
To  thy  sweet  yoke  my  spirit  bow, 
That  I  may  know  thy  Spirit's  power, 
And  never  dare  to  grieve  thee  more. 


551.    s.  M. 

1  My  Father  bids  me  come, 
O,  why  do  I  delay  ? 

He  calls  the  wandering  spirit  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay ! 

2  Father,  the  hindrance  show, 
Which  I  have  failed  to  see ; 

And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  far  from  thee. 

3  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
Thy  trying  power  display ; 

Into  its  darkest  corners  shine, 
Take  every  veil  away. 

4  In  me  the  hindrance  lies ; 
The  fatal  bar  remove : 

And  let  me  see,  in  sweet  surprise, 
Thy  full  redeeming  love. 

23  395 


THE    HEART. 


55.2.    c.  M. 

1  Weak  and  irresolute  is  man  : 

The  purpose  of  to-day, 
Woven  with  pains  into  his  plan, 
To-morrow  rends  away. 

2  Some  foe  to  his  upright  intent 

Finds  out  his  weaker  part ; 
Virtue  engages  his  assent, 
But  pleasure  wins  his  heart. 

3  Bound  on  a  voyage  of  fearful  length, 

Through  dangers  little  known, 
A  stranger  to  superior  strength, 
Man  vainly  trusts  his  own. 

1   Bat  oars  alone  can  ne'er  prevail 
To  reach  the  distant  coast ; 
The  breath  of  heaven  must  swell  ihe  sail, 
( hf  all  the  toil  is  lost. 


553.    c.  M. 

1  Unworthy  to  be  called  thy  son, 

I  come  with  shame  to  thee, 
Father!  O,  more  than  Father,  thou 
Hast  always  been  to  me  ! 

2  Help  me  to  break  the  heavy  chains 

The  world  has  round  me  thrown, 
And  know  the  glorious  liberty 
Of  an  obedient  son. 

3S6 


PENITENCE. 

3  That  I  may  henceforth  heed  whate'er 

Thy  voice  within  me  saith, 
Fix  deeply  in  my  heart  of  hearts 
A  principle  of  faith,  — 

4  Faith  that,  like  armor  to  my  soul, 

Shall  keep  all  evil  out, 
More  mighty  than  an  angel  host, 
Encamping  round  about. 

554.     7s.  M. 

1  Sinners,  turn  !  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why ; 
God  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live. 

2  Sinners,  turn  !  why  will  ye  die  ? 
Christ,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why ; 
Christ,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself,  that  ye  might  live. 

3  Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 

Why,  you  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die  ? 

555.    c.  M. 

1  How  long  shall  dreams  of  earthly  bliss 
Our  nattering  hopes  employ, 
And  mock  our  fond,  deluded  eyes 
With  visionary  joy  ? 

387 


THE    HEART. 


2  Why  from  the  mountains  and  the  hills 

Is  our  salvation  sought, 
While  our  eternal  Rock  's  forsook, 
And  Israel's  God  forgot  ? 

3  The  living  spring  neglected  flows 

Full  in  our  daily  view  ; 
Yet  we,  with  anxious,  fruitless  toil, 
Our  broken  cisterns  hew. 

4  These  fatal  errors,  gracious  God, 

With  gentle  pity  see  ; 
To  thee  our  roving  eyes  direct, 
And  fix  our  souls  on  thee. 


556.     8,  7,  &  4s.  M. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  idly  dream ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you, 
'T  is  the  spirit's  struggling  beam. 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Blessed  Jesus  prostrate  lies ; 

388 


PENITENCE. 

On  the  bloody  cross  behold  him ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finished!" 
Sinner,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

4  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name,  — 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

557.  c.  M. 

1  Deepen  the  wound  thy  hands  have  made 

In  this  weak,  helpless  soul, 
Till  mercy,  with  its  balmy  aid, 
Descend  to  make  me  whole. 

2  I  see  the  exceeding  broad  command, 

Which  all  contains  in  one : 
Enlarge  my  heart  to  understand 
The  mystery  unknown. 

3  O  that,  with  all  thy  saints,  I  might 

By  sweet  experience  prove 
What  is  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 
And  depth,  of  perfect  love  ! 

558.  c.  M. 

1  O  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 
Which  bows  before  the  Lord, 

33  *  3=9 


THE    HEART. 


That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word  ! 

2  O  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 

Which  from  repentance  flow, 
That  sense  of  guilt,  which,  trembling,  fears 
The  long-suspended  blow ! 

3  O  Lord,  to  me  in  pity  give, 

For  sin  the  deep  distress, 
The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

4  O,  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  will ; 
Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above  ; 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 


559.     7s.  M. 

1  Lord,  have  mercy  when  we  pray 
Strength  to  seek  a  better  way ; 
When  our  wakening  thoughts  begin 
First  to  loathe  their  cherished  sin ; 
Sigh  for  death,  yet  fear  it  still, 
From  the  dread  of  future  ill ; 
When  the  dim,  advancing  gloom 
Tells  us  that  our  hour  is  come. 

2  Lord,  have  mercy,  when  we  know 
First  how  vain  this  world  below ; 
When  its  darker  thoughts  oppress, 
Doubts  perplex,  and  fears  distress  ; 


PENITENCE. 

When  the  earliest  gleam  is  given 
Of  the  bright  but  distant  heaven  ; 
Then  thy  fostering  grace  afford  ; 
Then,  O,  then,  have  mercy,  Lord ! 

560.  L.  M. 

1  The  wandering  star  and  fleeting  wind 
Are  emblems  of  the  fickle  mind ; 

The  morning  cloud  and  early  dew 
Bring  our  inconstancy  to  view. 

2  But  cloud  and  wind  and  dew  and  star 
Only  a  faint  resemblance  bear  ; 

Nor  can  there  aught  in  nature  be 
So  changeable  and  frail  as  we. 

3  Our  outward  walk  and  inward  frame 
Are  scarcely  through  an  hour  the  same  ; 
We  vow,  and  straight  our  vows  forget, 
And  then  those  very  vows  repeat. 

4  With  contrite  hearts,  Lord,  we  confess 
Our  folly  and  unsteadfastness  : 
When  shall  these  hearts  more  stable  be, 
Fixed  by  thy  grace  alone  on  thee  ? 

561.  cm. 

1  Times  without  number  have  I  prayed, 
"  This  only  once  forgive  "  ; 
Relapsing  when  thy  hand  was  stayed, 
And  suffered  me  to  live. 

391 


THE    HEART. 


2  Yet  now  the  kingdom  of  thy  peace, 
Lord,  to  my  heart  restore  ; 
Forgive  my  vain  repentances, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 


562.    L.  M. 

1  My  sour  before  thee  prostrate  lies ; 
To  thee,  her  source,  my.  spirit  flies ; 
My  wants  I  mourn,  my  chains  I  see ; 
O,  let  thy  presence  set  me  free ! 

2  In  life's  short  day,  let  me  yet  more 

Of  thy  enlivening  power  implore  ;        „ 

My  mind  must  deeper  sink  in  thee, 

My  foot  stand  firm,  from  wandering  free. 

3  Take  full  possession  of  my  heart ; 
The  lowly  mind  of  Christ  impart ; 
I  still  will  wait,  O  Lord,  on  thee, 
Till,  in  thy  light,  the  light  I  see. 


393 


RENEWAL. 


563.    s.  M. 

1  How  blest  is  man,  O  God  ! 
When  first  with  single  eye 

He  views  the  lustre  of  thy  word, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 

2  Through  storms  that  veil  the  skies, 
And  frown  on  earthly  things, 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness  breaks  forth, 
With  healing  on  his  wings. 

3  Struck  by  that  light,  his  heart, 
A  barren  soil  no  more, 

Sends  shoots  of  righteousness  abroad, 
Where  follies  sprung  before. 

4  The  soul  so  dreary  once, 
Once  misery's  dark  domain, 

Feels  happiness  unknown  before, 
And  owns  a  heavenly  reign 

333 


THE    HEART. 


564.  c.  M. 

1  Give  us  ourselves  and  thee  to  know, 

In  this  our  gracious  day  ; 

Repentance  unto  life  bestow, 

And  take  our  sins  away. 

2  Impoverish,  Lord,  and  then  relieve, 

And  then  enrich  the  poor  ; 
The  knowledge  of  our  sickness  give, 
The  knowledge  of  our  cure. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  unbelief, 

And  freely  then  release  ; 
Fill  every  soul  with  sacred  grief, 
And  then  with  sacred  peace. 

565.  S.  M. 

1  Thou  must  be  born  again ! 
Such  was  the  solemn  word 

To  him  who  came,  not  all  in  vain, 
By  night  to  seek  his  Lord. 

2  Thou  must  be  born  again  ! 
But  not  the  birth  of  clay  ; 

The  immortal  seed  must  thence  obtain 
Deliverance  unto  day. 

3  Thou  canst  not  choose  but  trace 
The  steps  the  Master  trod, 

If  once  thou  feel  his  truth  and  grace, 
A  conscious  child  of  God. 

391 


RENEWAL. 


4     The  mortal's  birth  is  past ; 
The  immortal's  birth  must  be  ; 
Seek  well,  and  thou  shalt  find  at  last 
That  blest  nativity. 


566.    S.  M. 

1  How  glorious  is  the  hour 
When  first  our  souls  awake, 

And  through  thy  spirit's  quickening  power 
Of  the  new  life  partake  ! 

2  With  richer  beauty  glow^s 
The  world,  before  so  fair ; 

Her  holy  light  religion  throws, 
Reflected  everywhere. 

3  Amid  repentant  tears 

We  feel  sweet  peace  within  ; 
W^e  know  the  God  of  mercy  hears, 
And  pardons  every  sin. 

4  Born  of  thy  spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  spirit  may  we  share  ; 

Deep  in  our  hearts  inscribe  thy  word, 
And  place  thine  image  there. 

567.     7  &  6s.  M. 

1   A  thousand  years  have  fleeted, 
And,  Saviour,  still  we  see 
Thy  deed  of  love  repeated 
On  all  who  come  to  thee. 

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THE    HEART. 

As  he  who  sat  benighted, 

Afflicted,  poor,  and  blind, 
So  now  —  thy  word  is  plighted  — 

Joy,  light,  and  peace  I  find. 

2  I  came  with  steps  that  faltered, 

Thy  course  I  felt  thee  check  ; 
Then  straight  my  mind  was  altered, 

And  bowed  my  stubborn  neck  : 
Thou  saidst,  "  What  art  thou  seeking  ?  n 

"  O  Lord !  that  I  might  see." 
O,  then  I  heard  thee  speaking, 

"  Believe,  and  it  shall  be  !  " 

3  Our  hope,  Lord,  faileth  never, 

"When  thou  thy  word  dost  plight ; 
My  fears  then  ceased  for  ever, 

And  all  my  soul  was  light. 
Thou  gavest  me  thy  blessing ; 

From  former  guilt  set  free, 
Now  heavenly  joy  possessing, 

O  Lord  !  I  follow  thee. 


568.     8,  8,  &  7s.  M. 

1  One  thing  first  and  only  knowing, 
Elsewhere  not  a  thought  bestowing, 

Now  I  quit  the  paths  I  trod ; 
Stranger  to  the  world's  vain  pleasure, 
Here  I  ?ve  no  abiding  treasure, 

Hid  my  life  with  Christ  in  God. 

2  Let  me  now  in  thee  inherit ; 
O,  let  heart  and  soul  and  spirit 

To  thy  service,  Lord,  be  bowed ! 

3% 


RENEWAL. 

Thine  henceforth,  O  blessed  Saviour! 
May  I,  in  my  whole  behaviour. 
Practise  what  my  lips  have  vowed. 

3  No  fatigue  or  pain  declining, 
All  my  heart  to  thee  resigning, 

I  will  go  where  thou  dost  lead  ; 
If  my  every  word  and  action 
In  thy  sight  give  satisfaction, 

Nothing  more  I  then  can  need. 


31  39/ 


PRAYER, 


569.    s.  M. 

1  Our  Heavenly  Father,  hear 
The  prayer  we  offer  now :  — 

Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near ; 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 
On  earth  be  done  in  love, 

As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 
While  by  thy  word  we  live ; 

The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power 
Our  feeble  hearts  defend ; 

Deliver  in  the  evil  horn*, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

398 


PRAYER. 


5     Thine,  then,  for  ever  be 
Glory  and  power  divine  ; 
The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine. 


570.  c.  M. 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord !  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 
From  scenes,  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem,  by  thy  sweet  bounty,  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
O,  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God ! 

4  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  Source  of  light  divine, 

And  all  harmonious  names  in  one, 

My  Father,  —  thou  art  mine  ! 

571.  c.  m. 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
'  That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

39H 


THE    HEART. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  O  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray ! 

572.    L.  M. 

1  Prayer  is  to  God  the  soul's  sure  way ; 

So  flows  the  grace  he  waits  to  give ; 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray ; 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict  or  wrongs  oppress, 

If  cares  distract  or  fears  dismay, 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 

In  every  need  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'T  is  prayer  supports  the  soul  that  's  weak, 

Though  poor  and  broken  be  its  word ; 
Pray  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not,  speak : 
The  breathings  of  the  soul  are  heard. 

4  Depend  on  Him  ;  thou  shalt  prevail ; 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
Fear  not,  his  mercy  will  not  fail ; 
Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done.     ■ 

400 


PRAYER. 


573.     8  &  6s.  M. 

1  Meek  hearts  are  by  sweet  manna  fed, — 

The  Spirit  and  the  Word  ; 
Grace  falls  like  dew  upon  the  head 
Of  him  whose  sins  are  daily  spread 

In  grief  before  the  Lord. 

2  My  Saviour !  see  a  suppliant  bend, 

Imploring  thee  to  come, 
And  with  the  Spirit  condescend 
To  sup  with  me,  as  friend  with  friend, 

My  honored  heart  thy  home. 

3  The  prayer  of  faith  grows  wondrous  bold,  — 

Vouchsafe,  O  God !  to  give  ; 
Enlarge  my  heart  with  grace  to  hold 
More  than  the  highest  heavens  enfold,  — 

The  God  of  Christ,  and  live. 

574.    P.  M. 

1  To  prayer !  for  the  day  that  God  hath  blest 
Comes  tranquilly  on  with  its  welcome  rest. 
It  speaks  of  creation's  early  bloom ; 

It  speaks  of  the  Prince  who  burst  the  tomb. 
Then  summon  the  spirit's  exalted  powers, 
And  devote  to  Heaven  the  hallowed  hours. 

2  To  prayer,  to  prayer !  when  the  morning  breaks, 
And  earth  in  her  Maker's  smile  awakes ; 

His  light  is  on  all  below  and  above,  — 
The  light  of  gladness,  of  life,  and  of  love. 

34  *  401 


THE    HEART. 


O,  then,  on  the  breath  of  the  early  air, 
Send  up  the  incense  of  grateful  prayer ! 

3  To  prayer !  when  the  glorious  sun  is  gone, 
And  the  gathering  darkness  of  night  comes  on : 
Like  a  curtain  from  God's  kind  hand  it  flows, 
To  shade  the  couch  where  his  children  repose. 
Then  kneel,  while  the  watching  stars  are  bright, 
And  give  your  last  thoughts  to  the  Guardian  of 
night. 


575.    c.  M. 

1  Had  I,  dear  Lord !  no  pleasure  found 

But  in  the  thought  of  thee, 
Prayer  would  have  come  unsought,  and  been 
A  truer  liberty. 

2  Yet  thou  art  oft  most  present,  Lord ! 

In  weak,  distracted  prayer ; 
A  sinner  out  of  heart  with  self 
Most  often  finds  thee  there. 

3  And  prayer  that  humbles  sets  the  soul 

From  all  illusions  free, 
And  teaches  it  how  utterly, 
Dear  Lord !  it  hangs  on  thee. 

4  These  surface  troubles  come  and  go, 

Like  rufrlings  of  the  sea ; 
The  deeper  depth  is  out  of  reach 
To  all,  my  God,  but  thee ! 

402 


PRAYER. 


576.  c.  M. 

1  Prayer  is  the  spirit  of  our  God 

Returning  whence  it  came ; 
Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within, 
And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  soul  repose, 

And  soothes  the  wounded  breast ; 
Yields  comfort  to  the  mourner  here, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays  !  " 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  ah*, 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

577.  c.  M. 

1  Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 

With  reverence  and  with  fear : 
Though  dust  and  ashes  in  thy  sight, 
We  may,  we  must,  draw  near. 

2  Give  deep  humility ;  the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give  ; 
A  strong  desiring  confidence, 
To  hear  thy  voice  and  live ;  — 

403 


THE    HEART. 


3  Patience,  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay  ; 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 
And  trust  thee,  though  thou  slay. 

4  Give  these,  —  and  then  thy  will  be  done ; 

Thus,  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We,  by  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Son, 
Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 


578.    L.  M.  • 

1  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 

Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

2  Have  you  no  words  ?     Ah  !  think  again ; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

3  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 


579.    L.  M. 

1   O  God,  thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all, 
The  same  through  one  eternal  day, 
Attend  thy  feeble  children's  call, 
And,  O,  instruct  us  how  to  pray ! 

404 


PRAYER. 

Pour  out  the  supplicating  grace, 
And  win  the  heart  to  seek  thy  face. 

2  We  shall  not  think  a  gracious  thought, 

We  shall  not  feel  a  pure  desire, 
Till  thou,  who  call'st  a  world  from  naught. 

The  power  into  our  hearts  inspire : 
And  then  we  in  thy  spirit  come, 
And  then  we  give  thee  back  thine  own. 

3  Come,  in  thy  pleading  spirit,  down 

To  us,  who  for  thy  coming  stay ; 
Of  all  thy  gifts  we  ask  but  one, 

We  ask  the  constant  power  to  pray ; 
O,  grant  us,  Lord,  this  great  request, 
Thou  canst  not  then  deny  the  rest. 


580.    s.  M. 

1  The  praying  spirit  breathe, 
The  watching  power  impart, 

From  all  entanglements  beneath 
Call  off  my  peaceful  heart : 
My  feeble  mind  sustain, 
By  worldly  thoughts  oppressed  ; 

Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

2  Swift  to  my  rescue  come, 
Thy  own  this  moment  seize ; 

Gather  my  wandering  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace : 

405 


THE    HEART. 


Suffered  no  more  to  rove 
O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arrest  the  prisoner  of  thy  love, 
And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

581.     S.  M. 

1  Come  to  the  morning  prayer, 
Come,  let  us  kneel  and  pray,  — 

Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff, 
To  walk  with  God  all  day. 

2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Hock 
Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray  ; 

Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  heat, 
When  the  sun  smiles  by  day. 

3  At  evening,  shut  thy  door, 
Round  the  home  altar  pray ; 

And  finding  there  the  house  of  God, 
At  heaven's  gate  close  the  day. 

4  When  midnight  veils  our  eyes, 
O,  it  is  sweet  to  say, 

I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 
With  thee  to  watch  and  pray ! 


406 


ASPIRATION. 


582.     7  &  6s.  M. 

1  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings ; 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun,  — 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that 's  born  of  God 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

407 


THE     HEART. 


583.    C.  M. 

1  The  bird  let  loose  in  Eastern  skies, 

Returning  fondly  home. 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies 
Where  idler  warblers  roam. 

2  But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and  light, 

Above  all  low  delay, 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight, 
Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

3  So  grant  me,  Lord,  from  every  snare 

Of  sinful  passion  free, 
Aloft  through  faith's  serener  air 
To  hold  my  course  to  thee. 

4  No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay 

My  soul,  as  home  she  springs  ; 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 
Thy  freedom  in  her  wings. 

584.    L.  P.  M. 

1  Spring  up,  my  soul,  with  ardent  flight, 
Nor  let  this  earth  delude  thy  sight 

With  glittering  trifles  gay  and  vain  : 
Wisdom  divine  directs  thy  view 
To  objects  ever  grand  and  new, 

And  faith  displays  the  shining  train. 

2  Be  dead,  my  hopes,  to  all  below ; 
Nor  let  unbounded  torrents  flow, 

When  mourning  o'er  my  withered  joys  : 

403 


ASPIRATION. 

So  this  deceitful  world  is  known  ; 
Possessed,  I  call  it  not  my  own, 
Nor  glory  in  its  painted  toys. 

3  The  empty  pageant  rolls  along  \ 
The  giddy,  inexperienced  throng 

Pursue  it  with  enchanted  eyes  ; 
It  passeth  in  swift  march  away ; 
Still  more  and  more  its  charms  decay, 

Till  the  last  gaudy  color  dies. 

4  My  God,  to  thee  my  soul  shall  turn ; 
For  thee  my  noblest  passions  burn, 

And  drink  in  bliss  from  thee  alone ; 
I  fix  on  that  unchanging  home, 
Where  never-fading  pleasures  bloom, 

Fresh  springing  round  thy  radiant  throne. 

585.    s.  M. 

1  The  fountain  in  its  source 
No  drought  of  summer  fears  , 

The  farther  it  pursues  its  course, 
The  nobler  it  appears. 

2  But  shallow  cisterns  yield 
A  scanty,  short  supply ; 

The  morning  sees  them  amply  filled, 
At  evening  they  are  dry. 

3  The  cisterns  I  forsake, 

O  Fount  of  bliss,  for  thee ! 
My  thirst  with  living  waters  slake, 
And  drink  eternity. 

35  409 


• 


THE    HEART. 


58(3.    7s.  M. 


1  What  is  this  ?  and  whither,  whence, 
This  consuming  secret  sense, 
Longing  for  its  rest  and  food, 

In  some  hidden,  untried  good  ? 

2  'T  is  the  soul,  mysterious  name! 
God  it  seeks,  from  God  it  came  ; 
"While  I  muse  I  feel  the  fire, 
Burning  on,  and  mounting  higher. 

3  Onward,  upward,  to  thy  throne, 
O  thou  Infinite,  Unknown, 
Still  it  presseth,  till  it  see 
Thee  in  all,  and  all  in  thee. 


587.     6s.  M. 

1  I  feel  within  a  want 

For  ever  burning  there  ; 
What  I  so  thirst  for,  grant, 
O  Thou  who  hearest  prayer ! 

2  This  is  the  thing  I  crave, 

A  likeness  to  thy  Son  ; 
This  would  I  rather  have 

Than  call  the  world  my  own. 

3  'T  is  my  most  fervent  prayer ; 

Be  it  more  fervent  still, 
Be  it  my  highest  care, 
Be  it  my  settled  will. 

410 


ASPIRATION. 


588.     8&7s.M. 

1  Hath  the  immortal  spirit  freedom, 

Mated  with  its  mortal  clod  ? 
Lo  !  it  soars,  and,  faith-supported, 
Claims  affinity  with  God. 

2  Proudly  it  disclaims  the  shackles 

Of  the  frame  to  which  it  clings, 
And  would  fly  to  heights  celestial 
Upon  love's  angelic  wings. 

3  But  the  hand  of  Law  restrains  it ; 

Narrow  is  the  widest  span, 

Measured  by  the  deeds  or  efforts 

Of  the  aspiring  soul  of  man. 

4  Yet,  O  soul !  there  's  freedom  for  thee ; 

Thou  mayst  win  it ;  —  not  below ; 
Not  on  earth,  with  mortal  vesture, 
Where  to  love,  to  feel,  to  know, 

5  Is  to  suffer ;  but,  unfettered, 

Thou  mayst  spring  to  riper  life, 
Purified  from  hate  and  evil, 
And  mortality  and  strife. 

6  Be  thou  meek  to  exaltation,  — 

Death  shall  give  thee  wings  to  soar ; 
Loving  God,  and  knowing  all  things, 
Upward  springing  evermore. 


4ii 


THE    HEART. 


589.      10  &  6s.  M. 

1  Dear,  beauteous  Death  ;  the  jewel  of  the  just ! 

Shining  nowhere  but  in  the  dark ; 
What  mysteries  do  lie  beyond  thy  dust, 
Could  man  outlook  that  mark ! 

2  O  holy  hope !  and  high  humility  ! 

High  as  the  heavens  above ! 
These  are  your  walks,  and  you  have  showed  them 
me 
To  kindle  my  cold  love. 

3  And  yet,  as  angels  in  some  brighter  dreams 

Call  to  the  soul,  where  man  doth  sleep, 
So  some  strange  thoughts  transcend  our  wonted 
themes, 
And  into  glory  peep. 

4  O  Father  of  eternal  life,  and  all 

Created  glories  under  thee ! 
Resume  thy  spirit  from  this  world  of  thrall 
Into  true  liberty ! 

590.    L.  ML 

1  O  Love,  of  pure  and  heavenly  birth ! 
O  simple  Truth,  scarce  known  on  earth ! 
Whom  men  resist  with  stubborn  will, 
And,  more  perverse  and  daring  still, 
Smother  and  quench  with  reasonings  vain, 
While  error  and  deception  reign  ;  — 

4IQ 


ASPIRATION. 


2  Whence  comes  it,  that,  your  power  the  same 
As  His  on  high,  from  whom  you  came, 

Ye  rarely  find  a  listening  ear, 
Or  heart,  that  makes  you  welcome  here  ? 
Because  ye  bring  reproach  and  pain, 
Where'er  ye  visit,  in  your  train. 

3  Then  let  the  price  be  what  it  may, 
Though  poor,  I  am  prepared  to  pay : 
Come  shame,  come  sorrow ;  spite  of  tears, 
Weakness,  and  heart-oppressing  fears ; 
One  soul,  at  least,  shall  not  repine 

To  give  you  room ;  —  come,  reign  in  mine  ! 


591.     7s.  M. 

1  King  of  mercy,  King  of  love, 

In  whom  I  live,  in  whom  I  move, 
Perfect  what  thou  hast  begun, 
Let  no  night  put  out  the  sun. 

2  Grant  I  may,  my  chief  Desire, 
Long  for  thee,  to  thee  aspire ! 
Let  my  youth,  my  bloom  of  days, 
Be  my  comfort  and  thy  praise ; 

3  That  hereafter,  when  I  look 
O'er  the  sullied,  sinful  book, 
I  may  find  thy  hand  therein 
Wiping  out  my  shame  and  sin. 

35  *  413 


THE    HEART. 


592.    10s.  M. 

1  Unseen,  yet  not  unfelt !  —  if  any  thought 

Has  raised  our  mind  from  earth,  —  a  pure  desire, 
A  glorious  act,  a  noble  purpose  brought,  — 
It  is  thy  breath,  O  Lord,  which  fans  the  fire. 

2  To  me,  the  meanest  of  thy  creatures,  kneeling, 

Conscious    of    weakness,   ignorance,    sin,    and 
shame, 
Give  such  a  force  of  holy  thought  and  feeling, 
That  I  may  live  to  glorify  thy  name. 

3  I  am  unworthy  ;  —  yet  for  their  dear  sake 

I  ask,  whose  roots  in  me  are  planted  found ; 
For  precious  vines  are  propped  by  rudest  stake, 
And  heavenly  roses  fed  in  darkest  ground. 

4  And  let  not  all  the  pains  and  toil  be  wasted, 

Spent  on  my  youth  by  saints  now  gone  to  rest, 
Nor  that  deep  sorrow  my  Redeemer  tasted, 

When  on  his  soul  the  guilt  of  man  was  pressed. 

5  Let  all  this  goodness  by  my  soul  be  seen, 

Let  all  this  mercy  on  my  heart  be  sealed ; 
Lord,  if  thou  wilt,  thy  power  can  make  me  clean ; 
O,  speak  the  word,  thy  servant  shall  be  healed ! 


593.     7s.  M. 

1  Lord  !  we  sit  and  cry  to  thee, 
Like  the  blind  beside  the  way : 

!I1 


ASPIRATION. 

Make  our  darkened  souls  to  sec 
The  glory  of  thy  perfect  day  : 
Lord !  rebuke  our  sullen  night, 
And  give  thyself  unto  our  sight. 

2  Lord !  we  do  not  ask  to  gaze 
On  our  dim  and  earthly  sun ; 

But  the  light  that  still  shall  blaze 
When  every  star  its  course  hath  run, 

The  glory  of  thy  blest  abode, 

The  uncreated  light  of  God. 


594.    L.  M. 

1  Lord,  thou  wouldst  have  us  like  to  thee  ; 

Lord,  thou  wouldst  lift  us  to  thy  Son : 
Thou  biddest  us  aspirants  be,  — 
Put  all  divine  ambition  on  ! 

2  We  cannot  be  too  richly  blest,  — 

We  cannot  be  too  strong  of  wing : 
Thyself,  thyself,  thou  offerest 
To  our  sublime  endeavoring. 

3  Thou  Sovereign  Lord  Almighty,  lo ! 

On,  on  to  thee  the  weaklings  press, 
From  strength  to  strength  our  souls  would  go, 
Up-climbing  thine  Almightiness. 

4  All-holy  One  !  we  give  not  o'er ; 

We  sinners  would  be  one  with  thee ! 
Yes,  ail-prevailingly  explore, 
Depth  after  depth,  thy  purity. 

415 


THE    HEART. 

5  Alas  our  wrath !  alas  our  pride ! 

Yet  shall  they  not  at  last  be  gone  ? 
O,  may  we  not  each  day  abide 
Still  nearer  the  All-loving  One  ? 

6  Father  of  lights  !  our  darkness  dares 

Hope  into  something  bright  to  rise, 
Each  well-won  truth  our  souls  declares 
Of  closer  kin  to  thee,  All- Wise. 

7  Would  we  not  grow  divinely  bright  ? 

Take  sweetness  in,  put  glory  on,  — 
Yes,  wax  more  worthy  to  delight 

In  thee,  First  Fair,  All-glorious  One  ? 


595.    10s.  M. 

1  Father  divine  !  this  deadening  power  control, 
Which  to  the  senses  binds  the  immortal  soul ; 
O,  break  this  bondage,  Lord  !  I  would  be  free, 
And  in  my  soul  would  find  my  heaven  in  thee, 

2  My  heaven  in  thee  !  O  God,  no  other  heaven 
To  the  immortal  soul  can  e'er  be  given ; 

O,  let  thy  kingdom  now  within  me  come, 
And  as  above,  so  here,  thy  will  be  done ! 

3  My  heaven  in  thee,  O  Father,  let  me  find, 
My  heaven  in  thee,  within  a  heart  resigned ; 
No  more,  of  heaven  and  bliss,  my  soul,  despair ; 
For  where  my  God  is  found,  my  heaven  is  there. 


416 


ASPIRATION. 


596.    7s.  M. 


1  As  the  hart,  with  eager  looks, 
Panteth  for  the  water-brooks, 
So  my  soul,  athirst  for  thee, 
Pants  the  living  God  to  see ; 
When,  O,  when,  with  filial  fear, 
Lord,  shall  I  to  thee  draw  near  ? 

2  Why  art  thou  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 
God,  thy  God,  shall  make  thee  whole  : 
Why  art  thou  disquieted  ? 

God  shall  lift  thy  fallen  head, 
And  his  countenance  benign 
Be  the  saving  health  of  thine. 


597.    L.  M. 

1  O,  draw  me,  Father,  after  thee, 

So  shall  I  run,  and  never  tire ; 
With  gracious  words  still  comfort  me  ; 

Be  thou  my  hope,  my  sole  desire ; 
Free  me  from  every  weight ;  nor  fear 
Nor  sin  can  come,  if  thou  art  here. 

2  From  all  eternity,  with  love 

Unchangeable  thou  hast  me  viewed  ; 
Ere  knew  this  beating  heart  to  move, 

Thy  tender  mercies  me  pursued ; 
Ever  with  me  may  they  abide, 
And  close  me  in  on  every  side. 

417 


THE    UK  ART. 


3  In  suffering  be  thy  love  my  peace, 

In  weakness  be  thy  love  my  power  ; 
And  when  the  strength  of  life  shall  cease, 

My  God  !  in  that  important  hour, 
In  death  as  life  be  thou  my  Guide, 
And  bear  me  through  death's  whelming  tide. 


598.    L.  M. 

1  O  that  my  heart  was  right  with  thee, 

And  loved  thee  with  a  perfect  love ! 
O  that  my  Lord  would  dwell  in  me, 
And  never  from  his  seat  remove ! 

2  Father,  I  dwell  in  mournful  night, 

Till  thou  dost  in  my  heart  appear ; 
Arise,  propitious  sun  !  and  light 
An  everlasting  morning  there. 

3  O,  let  my  prayer  acceptance  find, 

And  bring  the  mighty  blessing  down ; 
Eyesight  impart,  for  I  am  blind ; 
And  seal  me  thine  adopted  son. 


599.    c.  M. 

1  Be  thou,  O  God,  by  night,  by  day, 

My  Guide,  my  Guard  from  sin, 
My  Life,  my  Trust,  my  Light  Divine, 
To  keep  me  pure  within ;  — 

2  Pure  as  the  air,  when  day's  first  light 

A  cloudless  sky  illumes  ; 

418 


ASPIRATION. 

And  active  as  the  lark,  that  soars 
Till  heaven  shines  round  its  plumes. 

3  So  may  my  soul,  upon  the  wings 
Of  faith,  unwearied  rise, 
Till  at  the  gate  of  heaven  it  sings, 
Midst  light  from  paradise. 


600.    P.  M. 

1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me : 
Still  all  my  song  would  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

419 


THE    HEART. 


4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 
Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I  '11  raise  : 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  — 
Nearer  to  thee ! 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upwards  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer  my  God  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee ! 


I3U 


CONSECRATION. 


601.     L.  M. 


1  O  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 
And  fix  my  frail,  inconstant  heart ; 
Henceforth  my  chief  desire  shall  be 
To  dedicate  myself  to  thee. 

2  Whate'er  pursuits  my  time  employ, 
One  thought  shall  fill  my  soul  with  joy ; 
That  silent,  secret  thought  shall  be, 
That  all  my  hopes  are  fixed  on  thee. 

3  Thy  glorious  eye  pervadeth  space ; 
Thy  presence,  Lord,  fills  every  place ; 
And,  wheresoe'er  my  lot  may  be, 
Still  shall  my  spirit  cleave  to  thee. 

4  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing, 
And  safe  beneath  thy  sheltering  wing, 
My  sweetest  thought  henceforth  shall  be, 
That  all  I  want  I  find  in  thee. 

3  i  421 


THE     HEART. 


602.    L.M. 

1  Behold!  the  servant  of  the  Lord, 

I  wait  thy  guiding  hand  to  feel ; 
To  hear  and  keep  thy  every  word, — 

To  prove  and  do  thy  perfect  will : 
Joyful  from  my  own  works  to  cease, 
Glad  to  fulfil  all  righteousness. 

2  My  every  weak,  though  good  design, 

O'errule  or  change,  as  seemeth  meet 
Jesus,  let  all  my  work  be  thine ! 

Thy  work,  O  Lord,  is  all  complete, 
And  pleasing  in  thy  Father's  sight ; 
Thou  only  hast  done  all  things  right. 

3  Here,  then,  to  thee  thine  own  I  leave ; 

Mould  as  thou  wilt  thy  passive  clay ; 
But  let  me  all  thy  stamp  receive,  — 

But  let  me  all  thy  words  obey : 
Serve  with  a  single  heart  and.  eye, 
And  to  thy  glory  live  and  die. 


603.    c.  M. 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 

Is  portioned  out  to  me, 
The  changes  that  must  surely  come, 

I  do  not  fear  to  see  ; 
I  ask  thee  for  the  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 

429 


CONSECRATION. 

2  1  ask  ihee  for  a  thankful  love. 

Through  constant  watching  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  cheerful  smile, 

And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes  ; 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will, 

That  hurries  to  and  fro, 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  tiring  to  know ; 
I  would  be  dealt  with  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  to  go. 

4  Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  would  have  fellowship  with  hearts 

To  keep  and  cultivate  ; 
A  work  of  holy  love  to  do, 

For  Him  on  whom  I  wait. 


604.     7s.  M. 

1  As  earth's  pageant  passes  by, 
Let  reflection  turn  thine  eye 
Inward,  and  observe  thy  breast ; 
There  alone  dwells  solid  rest. 

2  That 's  a  close-immured  tower, 
Which  can  mock  all  hostile  power ; 
To  thyself  a  tenant  be, 

And  inhabit  safe  and  free. 

423 


THE     II K  ART. 

3  Say  not  that  this  house  is  small, 
Girt  up  in  a  narrow  wall ; 

In  a  cleanly,  sober  mind, 
Heaven  itself  full  room  doth  find. 

4  The  Infinite  Creator  can 
Dwell  in  it ;  and  may  not  man  ? 
Here,  content,  make  thy  abode 
With  thyself  and  with  thy  God. 

605.    s.  M. 

1  Behold  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  has  bestowed 

On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
My  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 


606.    L.  M. 

1  'T  is  not  the  skill  of  human  art, 

Which  gives  me  power  my  God  to  know ; 
The  sacred  lessons  of  the  heart 

Come  not  from  instruments  below. 

424 


CONSECRATION. 

2  Love  is  my  teacher;  he  can  tell 

The  wonders  that  he  learnt  above : 
Xo  other  master  knows  so  well ;  — 
'T  is  Love  alone  can  tell  of  Love. 

3  Love  is  my  master ;  when  it  breaks, 

The  morning  light,  with  rising  ray, 
To  thee,  O  God !  my  spirit  wakes, 
And  Love  instructs  it  all  the  day. 

4  And  when  the  gleams  of  day  retire, 

And  midnight  spreads  its  dark  control, 
Love's  secret  whispers  still  inspire 
Their  holy  lessons  in  the  soul. 

607.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear : 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine  ; 
Think  what  Jesus  did  to  win  thee : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer  ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee ; 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there : 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission ; 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

98  *  425 


Tin:    HEART. 


608.    P.  M. 

1  As,  down  in  the  sunless  retreats  of  the  oeean, 

Sweet  flowers  are  springing  no  mortal  can  see. 
So,  deep  in  my  heart,  the  still  prayer  of  devotion, 
Unheard  by  the  world,  rises,  silent,  to  thee, 

My  God  !  silent,  to  thee,  — 

Pure,  warm,  silent,  to  thee. 

2  As  still  to  the  star  of  its  worship,  though  clouded, 

The  needle  points  faithfully  o'er  the  dim  sea, 
So,  dark  as  I  roam,  thro'  this  wintry  world  shrouded, 
The  hope  of  my  spirit  turns,  trembling,  to  thee, 
My  God !  trembling,  to  thee,  — 
True,  fond,  trembling,  to  thee. 


609.    c.  M. 

1  O  love!  O  true  and  fadeless  light! 

And  shall  it  ever  be, 
That  after  all  our  toils  and  tears 
Thy  Sabbath  we  shall  see  ? 

2  'Mid  thousand  fears  and  dangers  now 

We  sow  our  seed  with  prayer, 
But  know  that  joyful  hands  shall  reap 
The  shining  harvests  there. 

3  O  God  of  justice,  God  of  power! 

Our  faith  and  hope  increase, 
And  crown  them,  in  the  future  years, 
With  endless  love  and  peace. 

496 


CONSECRATION. 


610.     L.  M. 

1  Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 

Whose  depth  unfathomed,  no  man  knows ; 
I  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 

Inly  I  sigh  for  thy  repose. 
My  heart  is  pained :  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  find  rest  in  thee. 

2  'T  is  mercy  all,  that  thou  hast  brought 

My  mind  to  seek  her  peace  in  thee : 
Yet,  while  I  seek,  but  find  thee  not, 

No  peace  my  wandering  soul  shall  see. 
O,  when  shall  all  my  wanderings  end, 
And  all  my  steps  to  thee-ward  tend ! 

3  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That  strives  with  thee  my  heart  to  share  ? 
Ah  !  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  Lord  of  every  motion  there  ! 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repose  in  thee. 


611.     8&7s.  M. 

1  Take  my  heart,  O  Father,  take  it, 

Make  and  keep  it  all  thine  own ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  melt  and  break  it,  — 
This  proud  heart  of  sin  and  stone. 

2  Father !  make  it  pure  and  lowly, 

Fond  of  peace  and  far  from  strife, 

427 


THE    iii:\rt. 


Turning  from  the  paths  unholy 
Of  this  vain  and  sinful  life. 


3  Ever  let  thy  grace  surround  it, 

Strengthen  it  with  power  divine, 
Till  thy  cords  of  love  have  bound  it 
Make  it  to  be  wholly  thine. 

4  May  the  blood  of  Jesus  heal  it, 

And  its  sins  be  all  forgiven ; 
Holy  Spirit,  take  and  seal  it,  — 
Guide  it  in  the  path  to  heaven. 


612.    c.  M. 

1  Unite,  my  roving  thoughts,  unite 

In  silence  soft  and  sweet : 
And  thou,  my  soul,  sit  gently  down 
At  thy  great  Sovereign's  feet. 

2  Jehovah's  awful  voice  is  heard, 

Yet  gladly  I  attend  ; 
For  lo !  the  everlasting  God 
Proclaims  himself  my  friend. 

3  Harmonious  accents  to  my  soul 

The  sound  of  peace  convey  ; 
The  tempest  at  his  word  subsides, 
And  winds  and  seas  obey. 

4  By  all  its  joys  I  charge  my  heart 

To  grieve  his  love  no  more ; 
But,  charmed  by  melody  divine, 
To  give  its  follies  o'er. 

42^ 


CONSECRATION. 


613.        10s.   M. 


1  Father,  there  is  no  change  to  live  with  thee, 
Save  that  in  Christ  I  grow  from  day  to  day ; 
In  each  new  word  I  hear,  each  thing  I  see, 
I  but  rejoicing  hasten  on  my  way. 

*J  The  morning  comes,  with  blushes  overspread, 
And  I,  new  wakened,  find  a  morn  within, 
And  in  its  modest  dawn  around  me  shed, 

Thou  hear'st  the  prayer  and  the  ascending  hymn. 

3  Hour  follows  hour,  the  lengthening  shades  descend; 
Yet  they  could  never  reach  as  far  as  me, 
Did  not  thy  love  its  kind  protection  lend, 

That  I,  thy  child,  might  sleep  in  peace  with  thee. 


614.     L.  M. 

1  Thou  hidden  source  of  calm  repose, 

Thou  all-sufficient  love  divine, 
My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 

Secure  I  am,  if  thou  art  mine ! 
And,  lo !  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame 
I  hide  me,  Father,  in  thy  name. 

2  Father,  my  all  in  all  thou  art, 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain ; 
The  healing  of  my  broken  heart ; 

In  strife,  my  peace  ;  in  loss,  my  gain  ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown  ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown  ;  — 

429 


THE     HEART. 


3  In  want,  my  plentiful  supply  ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power ; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty  ; 

My  light  in  evil's  darkest  hour ; 
In  grief,  my  joy  unspeakable; 
My  life  in  death,  my  all  in  all. 

615.    s.  M. 

1  When  shall  thy  love  constrain, 
And  force  me  to  thy  breast  ? 

When  shall  my  soul  return  again 
To  God,  her  only  rest ! 

2  Ah  !  what  avails  my  strife, 
My  wandering  to  and  fro  ! 

Thou  giv'st  the  words  of  endless  life : 
Ah  !  whither  should  I  go  ? 

3  Thy  condescending  grace 
To  me  did  freely  move ; 

It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 

4  Here  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 

I  long  to  be  made  free  ; 
I  fain  would  now  obey  the  call, 
And  give  up  all  for  thee. 

616.    c.  P.  M. 

1  How  happy  are  the  new-born  race, 
Partakers  of  adopting  grace  ! 
How  pure  the  bliss  they  share ! 

^30 


CONSECRATION. 

Hid  from  the  world  and  all  its  eyes, 
Within  their  heart  the  blessing  lies, 
And  conscience  feels  it  there. 

2  The  moment  we  believe,  't  is  ours  ; 
And  if  we  love  with  all  our  powers 

The  God  from  whom  it  came, 
And  if  we  serve  with  hearts  sincere, 
'T  is  still  discernible  and  clear. 

An  undisputed  claim. 

3  O  messenger  of  dear  delight ! 
Whose  voice  dispels  the  deepest  night, 

Sweet,  peace-proclaiming  Dove ! 
With  thee  at  hand  to  soothe  our  pains, 
No  wish  unsatisfied  remains, 

No  task  but  that  of  love. 


617.    c.  M. 

1  She  loved  her  Saviour,  and  to  him 

Her  costliest  present  brought ; 
To  crown  his  head,  or  grace  his  name, 
No  gift  too  rare  she  thought. 

2  So  let  the  Saviour  be  adored, 

And  not  the  poor  despised, 
Give  to  the  hungry  from  your  hoard, 
But  all,  give  all  to  Christ. 

3  Go,  clothe  the  naked,  lead  the  blind, 

Give  to  the  weary  rest ; 
For  sorrow's  children  comfort  find, 
And  help  for  all  distressed ;  — 

431 


THE    HEART. 


4  But  give  to  Christ  alone  thy  heart, 
Thy  faith,  thy  love  supreme  ; 
Then  for  his  sake  thine  alms  impart, 
And  so  <nve  all  to  him. 

618.     L.  M. 


O  human  heart!  thou  hast  a  song 


For  all  that  to  the  earth  belong, 
Whene'er  the  golden  chain  of  love 
Hath  linked  thee  to  the  heaven  above. 


2  O  human  heart !  what  deed  of  thine 
Could  gain  a  kingdom  so  divine  ? 

'T  was  asked  but  this,  in  accents  mild, 
The  gentle  spirit  of  a  child. 

3  O  human  heart !  that  singest  still, 
Through  chastening  good,  misreckoned  ill, 
Thou  mind'st  Bethesda's  fount  to  feel, 
The  angel  troubles  but  to  heal. 

4  O  human  heart!  thou  hast  a  son^ 
For  all  that  to  the  earth  belong, 
Whene'er  the  golden  chain  of  love 
Hath  linked  thee  to  the  heaven  above. 


619.    c.  M. 

1   Alas  the  outer  emptiness ! 
What  life  has  it  to  give  ? 
O,  shall  it  God's  own  fire  oppress  ? 
Soul,  wilt  thou  slightly  live  ? 


CONSECRATION. 

2  Some  joy  of  thine  own  seeking  win  ; 

To  thine  own  strength  repair : 
Breathe,  breathe  the  awful  life  within,  — 
Feel  all  the  glory  there  ! 

3  Thyself  amidst  the  silence  clear, 

The  world  far  off  and  dim, 
Thy  vision  free,  the  Bright  One  near, 
Thyself  alone  with  Him. 

4  The  silence  thronged  gloriously 

With  business  how  divine ! 
God's  glory  passing  unto  thee,  — 
All  heaven  becoming  thine. 

5  The  rapture,  mighty,  measureless, 

In  each  eternal  thing,  — 
The  mingling  with  Almightiness,  — 
The  dwelling  by  Life's  Spring ! 

6  Thus  sweetly  live,  thus  greatly  watch,  — 

Soul,  be  but  inly  bright ! 
All  outer  things  must  smile,  must  catch 
Thy  strong,  transcendent  light. 

7  Near  thee  no  darkness  dares  abide, 

Thou  makest  all  things  shine ; 
Soul,  whom  the  Lord  has  glorified, 
Is  not  all  glory  thine  ? 

620.    s.  M. 

1     The  thing  my  God  doth  hate 
That  I  no  more  may  do, 
Thy  creature,  Lord,  again  create, 
And  all  my  soul  renew : 


THE     HEART. 

My  soul  shall  then,  like  thine, 
Abhor  the  thing  unclean, 
And,  sanctified  by  love  divine, 
For  ever  cease  from  sin. 

2  That  blessed  law  of  thine, 
Father,  to  me  impart ; 

The  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine, 

O,  write  it  in  my  heart ! 

Implant  it  deep  within, 

Whence  it  may  ne'er  remove, 
The  law  of  liberty  from  sin, 

The  perfect  law  of  love. 

3  Thy  nature  be  my  law, 
Thy  spotless  sanctity, 

And  sweetly  every  moment  draw 

My  happy  soul  to  thee. 

Soul  of  my  soul  remain ! 

Who  didst  for  all  fulfil, 
la  me,  O  Lord,  fulfil  again 

My  Heavenly  Father's  will. 

621.     L.  M. 

1  O  Thou,  who  hast  at  thy  command 
The  hearts  of  all  men  in  thy  hand ! 
Our  wayward,  erring  hearts  incline 
To  have  no  other  will  but  thine. 

2  Our  wishes,  our  desires,  control  ; 
Mould  every  purpose  of  the  soul ; 
O'er  all  may  we  victorious  be 

That  stands  between  ourselves  and  thee. 

434 


CONSECRATION. 

3  Thrice  blest  will  all  our  blessings  be, 
When  we  can  look  through  them  to  thee, 
When  each  glad  heart  its  tribute  pays 
Of  love,  and  gratitude,  and  praise. 

4  And  while  we  to  thy  glory  live, 
May  we  to  thee  all  glory  give, 
Until  the  final  summons  come, 
That  calls  thy  willing  servants  home. 


622.    S.  M. 

1  Our  heaven  is  everywhere, 
If  we  but  love  the  Lord, 

Unswerving  tread  the  narrow  way, 
And  ever  shun  the  broad. 

2  'T  is  where  the  trusting  heart 
Bows  meeldy  to  its  grief, 

Still  looking  up  with  earnest  faith 
For  comfort  and  relief ;  — 

'3     Where  guileless  infancy 
In  happiness  doth  dwell, 
And  where  the  aged  one  can  say, 
"  He  hath  done  all  things  well." 

4     Wherever  truth  abides, 
Sweet  peace  is  ever  there  ; 
If  we  but  love  and  serve  the  Lord, 
Our  heaven  is  everywhere. 


435 


thi:    HI] AIM'. 


623.  c.  M. 

1  I  want  a  principle  within 

Of  jealous,  godly  fear; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 
A  pain  to  find  it  near. 

2  I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride  or  fond  desire ; 
To  catch  the  wandering  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience,  give. 

4  Quick  as  the  apple  of  the  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make  ! 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 

624.  c.  M. 

1  O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God! 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ! 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

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CONSECRATION. 

3  Return,  O  holy  Dove !  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

4  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 


625.    c.  M. 

1  Let  Him,  to  whom  we  now  belong, 

His  sovereign  right  assert, 
And  take  up  every  thankful  song. 
And  every  loving  heart. 

2  He  justly  claims  us  for  his  own, 

Who  bought  us  with  a  price  ; 
The  Christian  lives  to  God  alone, 
To  God  alone  he  dies ! 

3  Father,  thine  own  at  last  receive  ; 

Fulfil  our  hearts'  desire 
And  let  us  to  thy  glory  live, 
And  in  thy  cause  expire. 


4  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign  ; 
With  joy  we  render  thee 
Our  all,  no  longer  ours,  but  thine 
To  all  eternity. 


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THE    HEART. 


626.     7s.  M. 

1  Father,  they  who  thee  receive, 
And  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 
As  thou  art,  so  let  us  be. 

2  Fix,  O,  fix  my  wavering  mind  ! 
To  the  cross  my  spirit  bind : 
Earthly  passions  far  remove  ; 
Fill  the  soul  with  perfect  love. 

3  Who  in  heart  on  thee  believes, 
He  the  promise  now  receives  ; 
He  with  joy  beholds  thy  face, 
Triumphs  in  thy  pardoning  grace. 

4  Boundless  wisdom,  power  divine, 
Love  unspeakable,  are  thine  : 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
Sons  of  earth,  and  hosts  of  heaven. 

627.    s.  M. 

1  Father,  my  lifted  eye 
Be  fixed  on  thee  alone ; 

Thy  name  be  praised  on  earth,  on  high ; 
Thy  will  by  all  be  done. 

2  Spirit  of  faith,  inspire 
My  consecrated  heart ; 

Fill  me  with  pure  celestial  fire, 
With  all  thou  hast  and  art. 

138 


CONSECRATION. 


628.    c.  P.  M. 

1  Father!  on  me  the  grace  bestow, 
Which  all  that  feel  shall  surely  know, 

Their  sins  on  earth  forgiven ; 
Give  me  to  prove  the  kingdom  mine, 
And  taste,  in  holiness  divine, 

The  happiness  of  heaven. 


o 


Come,  and  thy  crowning  grace  impart ! 
Bless  me  with  purity  of  heart ! 

That,  now  beholding  thee, 
I  soon  may  view  thy  open  face, 
On  all  thy  glorious  beauties  gaze, 

And  God  for  ever  see. 


629.    S.  M. 

1  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 
In  all  things  thee  to  see ; 

And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 
To  do  it  as  for  thee ! 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 
While  still  to  thee  I  tend ; 

In  all  I  do,  be  thou  the  way ; 
In  all,  be  thou  the  end. 

3  All  may  of  thee  partake : 
Nothing  so  small  can  be, 

But  draws,  when  acted  for  thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  thee. 

430 


THE     HEART. 


4     If  done  beneath  thy  laws, 
E'en  servile  labors  shine ; 
Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause, 
The  meanest  work  divine. 


630.    L.  M. 

1  Great  God !  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

On  whom  I  cast  my  constant  care, 
On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend ! 
To  thee  I  raise  my  humble  prayer. 

2  Endue  me  with  a  holy  fear ; 

The  frailty  of  my  heart  reveal ; 

Sin  and  its  snares  are  always  near, 

Thee  may  I  always  nearer  feel. 

3  O  that  to  thee  my  constant  mind 

May  with  a  steady  flame  aspire  ; 
Pride  in  its  earliest  motions  find, 
And  check  the  rise  of  wrong  desire ! 

4  O  that  my  watchful  soul  may  fly 

The  first  perceived  approach  of  sin ; 
Look  up  to  thee  when  danger  's  nigh, 
And  feel  thy  fear  control  within  ! 


440 


GENTLENESS  AND  HUMILITY. 


631.  c.  M. 

1  Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord ! 

The  simplest  are  the  best ; 
Thy  lodging  is  in  child-like  hearts  ; 
Thou  makest  there  thy  rest. 

2  Dear  Comforter  !  Eternal  Love ! 

If  thou  wilt  stay  with  me, 
Of  lowly  thoughts  and  simple  ways 
I  '11  build  a  house  for  thee. 

3  Who  made  this  beating  heart  of  mine 

But  thou,  my  heavenly  Guest  ? 
Let  no  one  have  it,  then,  but  thee, 
And  let  it  be  thy  rest. 

632.  c.  M. 

1   He  that  is  down  need  fear  no  fall, 
He  that  is  low  no  pride ; 
He  that  is  humble  ever  shall 
Have  God  to  be  his  guide. 

441 


THE     HEART. 

2  Fulness  to  such  a  burden  is, 
That  go  on  pilgrimage ; 
Here  little,  and  hereafter  bliss, 
Is  best  from  age  to  age. 

633.  L.  M. 

1  The  bird  that  soars  on  highest  wing 

Builds  on  the  ground  her  lowly  nest ; 
And  she  that  doth  most  sweetly  sing 

Sings  in  the  shade  when  all  things  rest :  — 
In  lark  and  nightingale  we  see 
What  honor  hath  humility. 

2  When  Mary  chose  the  better  part, 

She  meekly  sat  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
And  Lydia's  gently  opened  heart 

Was  made  for  God's  own  temple  meet :  — 
Fairest  and  best  adorned  is  she 
Whose  clothing  is  humility. 

3  The  saint  that  wears  heaven's  brightest  crown 

In  deepest  adoration  bends ; 
The  weight  of  glory  bows  him  down, 

Then  most  when  most  his  soul  ascends :  — 
Nearest  the  throne  itself  must  be 
The  footstool  of  humility. 

634.  L.  M. 

1  Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

443 


GENTLENESS    AND    HUMILITY. 

2  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

3  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  powers  of  sin ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 


635.     7s.  M. 

1  Lord,  that  I  may  learn  of  thee, 
Give  me  true  simplicity; 
Wean  my  soul,  and  keep  it  low, 
Willing  thee  alone  to  know. 

2  Let  me  cast  my  reeds  aside, 

All  that  feeds  my  knowing  pride ; 
Not  to  man,  but  God,  submit, 
Lay  my  reasonings  at  thy  feet ;  — 

3  Of  my  boasted  wisdom  spoiled, 
Docile,  helpless  as  a  child ; 
Only  seeing  in  thy  light, 

Only  walking  in  thy  might. 

4  Then  infuse  the  teaching  grace, 
Spirit  of  true  righteousness ; 
Knowledge,  love  divine,  impart, 
Life  eternal  to  my  heart. 


443 


THE    HEART. 


636.  L.  M. 

1  Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay, 

Who,  from  the  cradle  to  the  shroud, 
Lives  but  the  insect  of  a  day,  — 

O,  why  should  mortal  man  be  proud  ? 

2  By  doubt  perplexed,  in  error  lost, 

With  trembling  step  he  seeks  his  way  : 
How  vain  of  wisdom's  gift  the  boast ! 
Of  reason's  lamp,  how  faint  the  ray ! 

3  Follies  and  sins,  a  countless  sum, 

Are  crowded  in  life's  little  span : 
How  ill,  alas !  does  pride  become 
That  erring,  guilty  creature,  man ! 

4  God  of  my  life !  Father  divine ! 

Give  me  a  meek  and  lowly  mind : 
In  modest  worth,  O,  let  me  shine, 
And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find. 

637.  P.M. 

1  Soul  !  couldst  thou  while  on  earth  remaining 
A  childlike  frame  be  still  retaining, 

With  thee  e'en  here,  I  know  full  well, 
God  and  his  paradise  would  dwell. 

2  O  childhood !  well  beloved  of  Heaven, 
Whose  mind  to  Christ  alone  is  given, 
How  longs  my  heart  to  feel  like  thee ! 
O  Jesus,  form  thvself  in  me  ! 

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GENTLENESS    AND    HUMILITY. 

3  Lord !  let  me,  while  on  earth  remaining, 
Such  childlike  frame  be  still  retaining ; 
With  me  then  here,  I  know  full  well, 
God  and  his  paradise  will  dwell. 

638.  L.  M. 

1  And  is  the  Gospel  peace  and  love? 

So  let  our  conversation  be ; 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
On  Jesus  let  us  fix  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life ! 

3  O,  how  benevolent  and  kind ! 

How  mild  !  how  ready  to  forgive ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  his  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

639.  s.  M. 

1  O,  arm  me  with  the  mind, 
Saviour,  that  was  in  thee ! 

And  let  my  fervid  zeal  be  joined 
With  perfect  charity. 

2  Control  my  every  thought ; 
My  whole  of  sin  remove  ; 

Let  all  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought ; 
Let  all  be  wrought  in  love. 

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Tin:    HEART. 

3     O,  may  I  learn  the  art, 
With  meekness  to  reprove! 
To  hate  the  sin  with  all  my  heart, 
But  still  the  sinner  love. 

640.    c.  M. 

1  Speak  gently,  —  it  is  better  far 

To  rule  by  love  than  fear ; 
Speak  gently,  —  let  no  harsh  word  mar 
The  good  we  may  do  here. 

2  Speak  gently  to  the  young,  —  for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear ; 
Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 
'T  is  full  of  anxious  care. 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 

Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart ; 
The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run, 
Let  them  in  peace  depart. 

4  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones,  — 

They  must  have  toiled  in  vain ; 
Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so ; 
O,  win  them  back  again ! 

5  Speak  gently,  —  't  is  a  little  thing, 

Dropped  in  the  heart's  deep  well ; 
The  good,  the  joy,  that  it  may  bring, 
Eternity  shall  tell. 

641.     7s.  M. 

1  Lord,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart, 
Poor  in  spirit,  meek  in  heart, 

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GENTLENESS    AND    HUMILITY. 

We  shall,  as  our  Master,  be 
Rooted  in  humility  ;  — 

2  Simple,  teachable,  and  mild, 
Like  unto  a  little  child ; 

Pleased  with  all  the  Lord  provides  ; 
Weaned  from  all  the  world  besides. 

3  Father,  fix  our  souls  on  thee ; 
Every  evil  let  us  flee ; 
Nothing  want,  beneath,  above, 
Happy  in  thy  precious  love. 

4  O,  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Every  good  in  Jesus  joined ! 
Hum  let  every  soul  adore, 
Trust  him,  praise  him,  evermore. 

642.    c.  M. 

1  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne,  let  this, 
My  humble  prayer,  arise :  — 

2  Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee ;  — 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend, 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  bless  my  journey's  end. 

447 


GRATITUDE. 


643.    L.  M. 

1  My  soul !  what  hast  thou  done  for  God  ? 

Look  o'er  thy  misspent  years  and  see ; 
Sum  up  what  thou  hast  done  for  God, 
And  then  what  God  hath  done  for  thee. 

2  He  made  thee  when  he  might  have  made 

A  soul  that  would  have  loved  him  more ; 
He  rescued  thee  from  nothingness, 
And  set  thee  on  life's  happy  shore. 

3  He  gave  thee  rights  thou  couldst  not  claim ; 

He  gave  his  love  no  Sabbath  rest, 
Still  plotting  happiness  for  men, 

And  new  designs  to  make  them  blest. 

4  The  Son  hath  come ;  and  maddened  sin 

The  world's  Redeemer  crucified ; 
The  Spirit  comes,  and  stays,  while  men 
His  presence  doubt,  his  gifts  deride. 

448 


GHATITUDE. 

5  Yet  still  the  sun  is  fair  by  day, 

The  moon  still  beautiful  by  night ; 

The  world  goes  round,  and  joy  with  it, 

And  life,  free  life,  is  men's  delight. 

6  And  now  the  Father  keeps  himself, 

In  patient  and  forbearing  love, 
To  be  his  creature's  heritage 
In  that  undying  life  above. 


644.    L.  M. 

1  If  all  our  hopes  and  all  our  fears 

Were  prisoned  in  life's  narrow  bound ; 
If,  travellers  through  this  vale  of  tears, 
We  saw  no  better  world  beyond  ;  — 

2  O,  who  could  check  the  rising  sigh  ? 

What  earthly  thing  could  pleasure  give  ? 
O,  who  would  venture  then  to  die  ? 
O,  who  could  then  endure  to  live  ? 

3  And  such  were  life,  without  the  ray 

From  our  divine  religion  given  ; 
'T  is  this  that  makes  our  darkness  day ; 
'T  is  this  that  makes  our  earth  a  heaven. 

4  Bright  is  the  golden  sun  above, 

And  beautiful  the  flowers  that  bloom  ; 
And  all  is  joy,  and  all  is  love, 
Reflected  from  a  world  to  come. 

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THE    in;  ART. 


645.      8  &  7s.  M. 

Lord,  with  fervor  I  would  praise  thee, 

For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows, 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows  : 
Help,  O  God,  my  weak  endeavor ; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise ; 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  my  love  be  warmed  to  praise. 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray, 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away ; 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 

Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express ; 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless. 
Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise, 
And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise 


450 


CONFIDENCE  AND  JOY. 


646.    S.  M. 


1  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ; 
Hope  and  be  undismayed  ; 

God  hears  thy  sighs,  God  counts  thy  tears  ; 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  through  clouds  and  storms, 
He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 

Wait  thou  his  time  ;  so  shall  the  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  He  everywhere  hath  rule, 

And  all  things  serve  his  might ; 
His  every  act  pure  blessing  is, 
His  path  unsullied  light. 

4  Let  us,  in  life  or  death, 
Boldly  thy  truth  declare  ; 

And  publish,  with  our  latest  breath, 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

451 


THE    HEART. 


647.    c.  M. 


1  Mere  human  powers  shall  fast  decay, 

And  youthful  vigor  cease ; 
But  those  who  wait  upon  the  Lord 
In  strength  shall  still  increase. 

2  They  with  unwearied  feet  shall  tread 

The  path  of  life  divine ; 
With  growing  ardor  onward  move, 
With  growing  brightness  shine. 


648.    L.  M. 

1  How  rich  the  blessings,  O  my  God, 

Which  teach  this  grateful  heart  to  glow ! 
How  kindly  poured,  and  free  bestowed, 
The  rivers  of  thy  mercy  flow. 

2  How  calmly  rolls  the  sea  of  life ! 

Secure  in  thine  immortal  trust, 
The  soul  has  hushed  her  secret  strife, 
Nor  longer  shudders  at  the  dust. 

3  Though  sorrow's  cloud  awhile  o'ercast 

The  dawn  of  earthly  hope  and  joy, 
She  knows  that  it  must  soon  be  past, 
And  will  unveil  eternity. 

4  Then  virtue's  humble  toil  and  prayer 

Shall  stand  acknowledged  at  thy  throne, 
Triumphant  over  earthly  care, 

And  the  blest  record  thou  wilt  own. 

4jQ 


CONFIDENCE    AND    JOY. 


649.     7  &  6s.  M. 

1  Sometimes  a  light  surprises 

The  Christian  while  he  sings  ; 
It  is  the  Lord,  who  rises 

With  healing  in  his  wings : 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A.  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new : 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
"  E'en  let  the  unknown  morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may." 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  he  will  bear  us  through ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  his  people  too  : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 


650.     7s.  M. 

1  Hope,  though  slow  she  be,  and  late, 
Yet  outruns  swift  time  and  fate ; 

453 


THE    HEART. 

And  aforehand  loves  to  be 
With  remote  futurity. 

2  Hope  is  comfort  in  distress ; 
Hope  is  in  misfortune  bliss ; 
Hope,  in  sorrow,  is  delight ; 
Hope  is  day  in  darkest  night. 

3  Hope  casts  anchor  upward,  where 
Storms  durst  never  domineer ; 
Trust,  and  Hope  will  welcome  thee 
From  storms  to  full  securitv- 


651.    c.  M. 

1  The  world  may  change  from  old  to  new, 

From  new  to  old  again  ; 
Yet  hope  and  heaven,  for  ever  true, 

Within  man's  heart  remain. 
The  dreams  that  bless  the  weary  soul, 

The  struggles  of  the  strong, 
Are  steps  towards  some  happy  goal, 

The  story  of  hope's  song. 

2  Hope  leads  the  child  to  plant  the  flower, 

The  man  to  sow  the  seed ; 
Nor  leaves  fulfilment  to  her  hour, 

But  prompts  again  to  deed. 
And  ere  upon  the  old  man's  dust 

The  grass  is  seen  to  wave, 
We  look  through  falling  tears,  —  to  trust 

Hope's  sunshine  on  the  grave. 

•154 


CONFIDENCE    AND    JOY. 


652.    7s.  M. 

1  All  before  us  lies  the  way, 

Give  the  past  unto  the  wind  ; 
All  before  us  is  the  day, 

Night  and  darkness  are  behind. 

2  Eden,  with  its  angels  bold, 

Love  and  flowers  and  coolest  sea, 
Is  less  ancient  story  told, 
Than  a  glowing  prophecy. 

3  In  the  spirit's  perfect  air, 

In  the  passions  tame  and  kind, 
Innocence  from  selfish  care, 
The  real  Eden  we  shall  find. 

4  When  the  soul  to  sin  hath  died, 

True  and  beautiful  and  sound, 
Then  all  earth  is  sanctified, 
Upsprings  paradise  around. 

5  From  this  spirit-land  afar, 

All  disturbing  force  shall  flee ; 
Stir,  nor  toil,  nor  hope,  shall  mar 
Its  immortal  unity. 

653.     7  &  6s.  M. 

1   God  is  my  strong  salvation  ; 
What  foe  have  I  to  fear  ? 
In  darkness  and  temptation, 
My  Light,  my  Help,  is  near : 


THE     HEART. 

Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 
Firm  in  the  fight  I  stand ; 

What  terror  can  confound  me, 
With  God  at  my  right  hand  ? 

2  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance  ; 

My  soul,  with  courage  wait ; 
His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 

When  faint  and  desolate ; 
His  might  thy  heart  shall  strengthen, 

His  love  thy  joy  increase  ; 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen  ; 

The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace. 

654.    L.  M. 

1  Thy  happy  ones  a  strain  begin  : 

Dost  thou  not,  Lord,  glad  souls  possess  ? 
Thy  cheerful  spirit  dwells  within ; 
We  feel  thee  in  our  joyfulness. 

2  Our  mirth  is  not  afraid  of  thee ; 

Our  life  rejoices  to  be  bright ; 
We  would  not  from  our  gladness  flee, 
But  give  full  welcome  to  delight. 

3  Thou  wilt  not,  Lord,  our  smiles  deny : 

Dost  thou  not  deem  them  of  rich  worth  ? 
Our  cheer  flows  on  beneath  thine  eye ; 
We  feel  accepted  in  our  mirth. 

4  We  turn  to  thee  a  smiling  face, 

Thou  sendest  us  the  smile  again ; 
Our  joy,  the  richness  of  thy  grace,  — 
Thine  own,  the  cheer  of  this  glad  strain. 

456 


CONFIDENCE    AND    JOY. 


655.    c.  H.  M. 

When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 

In  trial's  fearful  hour, 
Bow,  all  resigned,  beneath  his  rod, 

And  bless  his  sparing  power, 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress, 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 

O,  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave, 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes  ; 
Blessed  be  he  who  smites  to  save, 

Who  heals  the  heart  he  breaks : 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  his  ways, 
Whom  heaven  adores  and  death  obeys. 


457 


FAITH  AND  SUBMISSION. 


656.    C.  P.  M. 


1  "  Father,  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done ! " 
So  prayed  on  earth  thy  suffering  Son, 

So,  in  his  name,  I  pray ; 
The  spirit  faints,  the  flesh  is  weak, 
Thy  help  in  agony  I  seek  ; 

O,  take  this  cup  away  ! 

2  If  such  be  not  thy  sovereign  will, 
Thy  wiser  purpose  then  fulfil ; 

My  wishes  I  resign, 
Into  thy  hands  my  soul  commend, 
On  thee  for  life  or  death  depend  : 

Thy  will  be  done,  not  mine ! 

657.    c.  M. 

1  Thy  path,  like  most  by  mortals  trod, 
Will  have  its  thorns  and  flowers, 
Its  stony  steps,  its  velvet  sod, 
Its  sunshine  and  its  showers. 

458 


FAITH    AND    SUBMISSION. 


2  Through  smooth  and  rough,  o'er  flower  and  thorn, 

Beneath  whatever  sky, 
Still  bear  thee  as  a  being  born 
For  immortality ! 

3  And  be  thy  choicest  treasure  stored 

Where  Faith  may  hold  the  key ; 
For  "  where  our  treasure  is,"  our  Lord 
Hath  said,  "  the  heart  shall  be." 


658.    L.  M. 

1  To  weary  hearts,  to  mourning  homes, 
God's  meekest  angel  gently  comes ; 
No  power  hath  he  to  banish  pain, 

Or  give  us  back  our  lost  again, 
And  yet,  in  tenderest  love,  our  dear 
And  Heavenly  Father  sends  him  here. 

2  Angel  of  patience !  sent  to  calm 

Our  feverish  brows  with  cooling  balm, 
To  lay  with  hope  the  storms  of  fear, 
And  reconcile  life's  smile  and  tear, 
The  throbs  of  wounded  pride  to  still, 
And  make  our  own  our  Father's  will ! 

3  O  thou  who  mournest  on  thy  way, 
With  longings  for  the  close  of  day, 
He  walks  with  thee,  that  angel  kind, 
And  gently  whispers,  "  Be  resigned  ! 
Bear  up,  bear  on,  the  end  shall  tell, 
The  dear  Lord  ordereth  all  things  well." 

159 


THE    HEART. 


659.        C.  M. 

1  Beneath  thine  hammer,  Lord,  I  lie 

With  contrite  spirit  prone  ; 
O,  mould  me  till  to  self  I  die, 
And  live  to  thee  alone ! 

2  With  frequent  disappointments  sore 

And  many  a  bitter  pain, 
Thou  laborest  at  my  being's  core 
Till  I  be  formed  again. 

3  Smite,  Lord !  thine  hammer's  needful  wound 

My  baffled  hopes  confess ; 
Thine  anvil  is  the  sense  profound 
Of  mine  own  nothingness. 

4  Smite,  till,  from  all  its  idols  free, 

And  filled  with  love  divine, 
My  heart  shall  know  no  good  but  thee, 
And  have  no  will  but  thine. 


660.    c.  M. 

1  1  cannot  call  affliction  sweet; 

And  yet 't  was  good  to  bear : 
Affliction  brought  me  to  thy  feet, 
And  I  found  comfort  there. 

2  My  wearied  soul  was  all  resigned 

To  thy  most  gracious  will : 
O  had  I  kept  that  better  mind, 
Or  been  afflicted  still ! 

460 


FAITH    AND    SUBMISSION. 


3  Where  are  the  vows  which  then  I  vowed  ? 

The  joys  which  then  I  knew  ? 
Those  vanished  like  the  morning  cloud, 
These  like  the  early  dew. 

4  Lord,  grant  me  grace  for  every  day, 

Whate'er  my  state  may  be, 
Through  life,  in  death,  with  truth  to  say, 
"  My  God  is  all  to  me !  " 


661.    c.  M. 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea. 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  vast  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints !  fresh  courage  take  : 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  will  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  : 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

39  *  461 


THE    HEART. 


662.  L.  M. 

1  When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind, 

And  smiling  day  once  more  appears, 
Then,  O  my  Father,  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  Ah  !  let  me  then  again  be  taught 

"What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn, 

That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 

Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

3  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 

But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, 

Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

4  But,  O  my  God !  one  look  from  thee 

Subdues  the  disobedient  will, 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  child  is  still. 

663.  L.  M. 

1  Eternal  and  immortal  King  ! 

Thy  peerless  splendors  none  can  bear , 
But  darkness  veils  seraphic  eyes, 

When  God  with  all  his  glory  's  there. 

2  Yet  faith  can  pierce  the  awful  gloom  ; 

The  great  Invisible  can  see ; 
And  with  its  tremblings  mingle  joy, 
In  fixed  regards,  great  God!  on  thee. 

102 


FAITH    AND    SUBMISSION. 

3  O,  ever  conscious  to  my  heart, 

Witness  to  its  supreme  desire ! 
Behold  it  presseth  on  to  thee, 

For  it  hath  caught  the  heavenly  fire. 

4  This  one  petition  would  it  urge,  — 

To  bear  thee  ever  in  its  sight ; 
In  life,  in  death,  in  worlds  unknown, 
Its  only  portion  and  delight. 


664.     7s.  M. 

1  Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart ; 

Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art ; 

Make  me  as  a  little  child ; 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  thee. 

2  What  thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 

Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide, 

Calmly  to  thy  wisdom  leave  ; 
'T  is  enough  that  thou  wilt  care; 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 

3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 
Knows  he  's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 

Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone, 
Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide, 
As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 


THE    HEART. 


665.    L.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  God,  immortal  Love ! 

Whom  we,  that  have  not  seen  thy  face, 
By  faith,  and  faith  alone,  embrace, 
Believing  where  we  cannot  prove : 

i 

2  Thou  wilt  not  leave  us  in  the  dust : 

Thou  madest  man,  he  knows  not  why ; 
He  thinks  he  was  not  made  to  die ; 
And  thou  hast  made  him  :  thou  art  just. 

3  Our  little  systems  have  their  day  ; 

They  have  their  day,  and  cease  to  be  ; 
They  are  but  broken  lights  of  thee, 
And  thou,  O  Lord,  art  more  than  they. 

4  We  have  but  faith  ;  we  cannot  know ; 

For  knowledge  is  of  things  we  see  ; 
And  yet  we  trust  it  comes  from  thee, 
A  beam  in  darkness  :  let  it  grow. 

5  Let  knowledge  grow  from  more  to  more, 

But  more  of  reverence  in  us  dwell ; 
That  mind  and  soul,  according  well, 
May  make  one  music,  as  before  :  — 

6  But  vaster  :  we  are  fools  and  slight ; 

We  mock  thee  when  we  do  not  fear  : 
But  help  thy  foolish  ones  to  bear ; 
Help  thy  vain  world  to  bear  thy  light. 


464 


I. MTU     AMI    si;u.\HSSION. 


666.    c.  P.  M. 

1  Long  plunged  in  sorrow,  I  resign 
My  soul  to  that  dear  hand  of  thine, 

Without  reserve  or  fear  ; 
That  hand  shall  wipe  my  streaming  eyes, 
Or  into  smiles  of  glad  surprise 

Transform  the  falling  tear. 

2  My  sole  possession  is  thy  love  ; 
In  earth  beneath  or  heaven  above, 

I  have  no  other  store ; 
And  though  with  fervent  suit  I  pray, 
And  importune  thee  night  and  day, 

I  ask  thee  nothing  more. 

3  By  thy  command,  where'er  I  stray, 
Sorrow  attends  me  all  my  way, 

A  never-failing  friend ; 
And  if  my  sufferings  may  augment 
Thy  praise,  behold  me  well  content, 

Let  sorrow  still  attend  ! 


667.    L.  M. 

1   When  adverse  winds  and  waves  arise, 
And  in  my  heart  despondence  sighs, 
When  life  her  throng  of  cares  reveals, 
And  weakness  o'er  my  spirit  steals, 
Grateful  I  hear  the  kind  decree, 
That  "  as  my  day,  my  strength  shall  be." 

466 


THE    HEART. 


2  When,  with  sad  footsteps,  memory  roves 
'Mid  smitten  joys  and  buried  loves, 
When  sleep  my  tearful  pillow  flies, 
And  dewy  morning  drinks  my  sighs, 
Still  to  thy  promise,  Lord,  I  flee, 

That  "  as  my  day,  my  strength  shall  be." 

3  One  trial  more  must  yet  be  past, 
One  pang,  —  the  keenest  and  the  last ; 
And  when,  with  brow  convulsed  and  pale, 
My  feeble,  quivering  heart-strings  fail, 
Redeemer,  grant  my  soul  to  see 

That  "  as  her  day,  her  strength  shall  be." 


668.    c.  M. 

1  A  trusting  heart,  a  yearning  eye, 

Can  win  their  way  above ; 
If  mountains  can  be  moved  by  faith, 
Is  there  less  power  in  love  ? 

2  How  little  of  that  road,  my  soul ! 

How  little  hast  thou  gone ! 
Take  heart,  and  let  the  thought  of  God 
Allure  thee  further  on. 

3  The  freedom  from  all  wilful  sin, 

The  Christian's  daily  task,  — 
O,  these  are  graces  far  below 
What  longing  love  would  ask ! 

4  Dole  not  thy  duties  out  to  God, 

But  let  thy  hand  be  free  : 
Look  long  at  Jesus ;  his  sweet  blood, 
How  was  it  dealt  to  thee  ? 

4M 


1'WTH    AND    SUBMISSION. 


5  Be  docile  to  thine  unseen  Guide, 
Love  him  as  he  loves  thee ; 
Time  and  obedience  are  enough, 
And  thou  a  saint  shalt  be ! 


669.  L.  M. 

1  'T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray ; 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abraham,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

670.  c.  M. 

1  Blest  is  the  man  who  fears  the  Lord ! 
His  well-established  mind, 
In  every  varying  scene  of  life 
Shall  true  composure  find. 

167 


THE    HEART. 

2  Oft  through  the  deep  and  stormy  sea 

The  heavenly  footsteps  lie ; 
But  on  a  glorious  world  beyond 
His  faith  can  fix  its  eye. 

3  Though  dark  his  present  prospects  be, 

And  sorrows  round  him  dwell, 
Yet  hope  can  whisper  to  his  soul, 
That  all  shall  issue  well. 

4  Full  in  the  presence  of  his  God, 

Through  every  scene  he  goes ; 
And,  fearing  him,  no  other  fear 
His  steadfast  bosom  knows. 

671.    c.  M. 

1  All  nature  feels  attractive  power, 

A  strong,  embracing  force  ; 
The  drops  that  sparkle  in  the  shower, 
The  planets  in  their  course. 

2  Thus,  in  the  universe  of  mind, 

Is  felt  the  law  of  love  ; 
The  charity  both  strong  and  kind, 
For  all  that  live  and  move. 

3  More  perfect  bond,  the  Christian  plan 

Attaches  soul  to  soul ; 
Our  neighbor  is  the  suffering  man, 
Though  at  the  farthest  pole. 

4  To  earth  below,  from  heaven  above, 

The  faith  in  Christ  professed 
More  clearly  shows  that  God  is  love, 
And  whom  he  loves  is  blest. 


i-.MTII    AND    SUBMISSION. 


672.    S.  M. 

1  To  keep  the  lamp  alive, 
With  oil  we  fill  the  bowl ; 

'T  is  water  makes  the  willow  thrive, 
And  grace  that  feeds  the  soul. 

2  The  Lord's  unsparing  hand 
Supplies  the  living  stream ; 

It  is  not  at  our  own  command, 
But  still  derived  from  him. 

3  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 
His  strength  in  God  alone  ; 

And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak, 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

4  In  God  is  all  our  store ; 
Grace  issues  from  his  throne ; 

Whoever  says,  "  I  want  no  more," 
Confesses  he  has  none. 


673.    c.  at 

1  Lord  !  I  believe ;  thy  power  I  own, 

Thy  word  I  would  obey ; 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 
When  from  thy  truth  I  stray. 

2  Lord !  I  believe  ;  but  gloomy  fears 

Sometimes  bedim  my  sight ; 
I  look  to  thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

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THE    HEART. 


3  Lord !  I  believe ;  but  oft,  I  know, 
My  faith  is  cold  and  weak  ; 
Strengthen  my  weakness,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek ! 


4  Yes,  I  believe  ;  and  only  thou 
Canst  give  my  soul  relief; 
Lord !  to  thy  truth  my  spirit  bow, 
Help  thou  my  unbelief! 


674.    L.  M. 

1  The  darkened  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers, 
Troubled  with  storms,  and  big  with  showers ! 
No  cheerful  gleam  of  light  appears, 

And  nature  pours  forth  all  her  tears. 

2  But  seeds  of  ecstasy  unknown 

Are  in  these  watered  furrows  sown  : 
See  the  green  blades,  how  thick  they  rise, 
And  with  fresh  verdure  bless  our  eyes  ! 

3  In  secret  foldings  they  contain 
Unnumbered  ears  of  golden  grain  : 

And  heaven  shall  pour  its  beams  around, 
Till  the  ripe  harvest  load  the  ground. 

4  Then  shall  the  trembling  mourner  come, 
And  bind  his  sheaves  and  bear  them  home ; 
The  voice  long  broke  with  sighs  shall  sing, 
Till  heaven  with  hallelujahs  ring. 


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FAITH    AND    SUBMISSION. 


675.     7s.  M. 

1  Why,  thou  never-setting  Light, 

Is  thy  brightness  veiled  from  me  ? 
Why  does  this  unwonted  night 
Cloud  thy  blest  benignity  ? 

2  I  am  lost  without  thy  ray  ; 

Guide  my  wandering  footsteps,  Lord ! 
Light  my  dark  and  erring  way 
To  the  noontide  of  thy  word. 


676.     7s.  M. 

1  Heavenly  Father!  to  whose  eye 
Future  things  unfolded  lie  ; 
Through  the  desert  when  I  stray 
Let  thy  counsels  guide  my  way. 

2  Should  thy  wisdom,  Lord,  decree 
Trials  long  and  sore  for  me, 
Pain  or  sorrow,  care  or  shame, 
Father  !  glorify  thy  name. 

3  Let  me  neither  faint  nor  fear, 
Feeling  still  that  thou  art  near  ; 
In  the  course  my  Saviour  trod, 
Tending  home  to  thee,  my  God. 


471 


THE    HEART. 


677.    c.  M. 

1  Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  heaven, 

And  make  their  empty  boast 

Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiven, 

While  they  are  slaves  to  lust ! 

2  Vain  are  our  fancy's  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead ; 
None  but  a  living  power  unites 
To  Christ,  the  living  Head. 

3  "Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart ; 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love, 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'T  is  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 

By  a  celestial  power  ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 


678.     7s.  M. 

1  Day  by  day  the  manna  fell : 
O  to  learn  this  lesson  well ! 
Still  by  constant  mercy  fed, 
Give  me,  Lord,  my  daily  bread. 

2  "  Day  by  day,"  the  promise  reads ; 
Daily  strength  for  daily  needs : 
Cast  foreboding  fears  away ; 
Take  the  manna  of  to-day. 

472 


FAITH    AND    SUBMISSION. 

3  Lord  !  my  times  are  in  thy  hand  : 
All  my  sanguine  hopes  have  planned 
To  thy  wisdom  I  resign, 

And  would  make  thy  purpose  mine. 

4  Thou  my  daily  task  shalt  give : 
Day  by  day  to  thee  I  live ; 

So  shall  added  years  fulfil, 
Not  my  own,  my  Father's  will. 


679.    L.  M. 

1  Glory  to  thee,  whose  powerful  word 

Bids  the  tempestuous  wind  arise  ; 
Glory  to  thee,  the  sovereign  Lord 
Of  air  and  earth  and  seas  and  skies ! 

2  Let  air  and  earth  and  skies  obey, 

And  seas  thine  awful  will  perform ; 
From  them  we  learn  to  own  thy  sway, 
And  shout  to  meet  the  gathering  storm. 

3  What  though  the  floods  lift  up  their  voice, 

Thou  hearest,  Lord,  our  louder  cry  ; 
They  cannot  damp  thy  children's  joys, 
Or  shake  the  soul  when  God  is  nigh. 

4  Roar  on,  ye  waves !  our  souls  defy 

Your  roaring  to  disturb  our  rest ; 
In  vain  to  impair  the  calm  ye  try, 
The  calm  in  a  believer's  breast. 

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THE    HEART. 


680.    c.  M. 


1  Father,  I  know  thy  ways  are  just, 

Although  to  rne  unknown  ; 
O,  grant  me  grace  thy  love  to  trust, 
And  cry,  "  Thy  will  be  done  !  " 

2  If  thou  shouldst  hedge  with  thorns  my  path, 

Should  wealth  and  friends  be  gone, 
Still  with  a  firm  and  lively  faith 
I  '11  cry,  "  Thy  will  be  done  ! 


!  » 


3  Although  thy  steps  I  cannot  trace, 
Thy  sovereign  right  I  '11  own ; 
And,  as  instructed  by  thy  grace, 
I  '11  cry,  «  Thy  will  be  done  !  " 

681.     L.  M. 

1  My  God,  I  thank  thee !  may  no  thought 

E'er  deem  thy  chastisements  severe ; 
But  may  this  heart,  by  sorrow  taught, 
Calm  each  wild  wish,  each  idle  fear. 

2  Thy  mercy  bids  all  nature  bloom ; 

The  sun  shines  bright,  and  man  is  gay ; 
Thine  equal  mercy  spreads  the  gloom, 
That  darkens  o'er  his  little  day. 

3  Full  many  a  throb  of  grief  and  pain 

Thy  frail  and  erring  child  must  know ; 
But  not  one  prayer  is  breathed  in  vain, 
Nor  does  one  tear  unheeded  flow. 

474 


FAITH    AND    SUBMISSION. 

4  Thy  various  messengers  employ  ; 
Thy  purposes  of  love  fulfil ; 
And  'mid  the  wreck  of  human  joy, 
Let  kneeling  faith  adore  thy  will. 

682.  cm. 

1  One  prayer  I  have,  all  prayers  in  one, 

When  I  am  wholly  thine  : 
Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

2  All-wise,  Almighty,  and  all-good, 

In  thee  I  firmly  trust ; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood, 
Are  merciful  and  just. 

3  Thy  gifts  are  only  then  enjoyed, 

When  used  as  talents  lent ; 
Those  talents  only  well  employed, 
When  in  thy  service  spent. 

4  And  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 
No,  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
"  The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 

683.  c.  M. 

1  O  Lord  !  my  best  desires  fulfil, 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

475 


THE    HEART. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears ; 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No !  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Nor  wilt  withhold,  from  me. 

4  But  ah  !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway  ; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  the  skies 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 


684.    P.  M. 

1  Thy  will  be  done  !     In  devious  way 
The  hurrying  stream  of  life  may  run ; 
Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say, 

Thy  will  be  done  ! 

2  Thy  will  be  done !     If  o'er  us  shine 
A  gladdening  and  a  prosperous  sun, 
This  prayer  shall  make  it  more  divine  :  — 

Thy  will  be  done ! 

3  Thy  will  be  done !     Though  shrouded  o'er 
Our  path  with  gloom,  one  comfort,  one, 

Is  ours,  —  to  breathe,  while  we  adore, 
Thy  will  be  done ! 


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685.  L.  M. 

1  Thy  will  be  done  !  I  will  not  fear 

The  fate  provided  by  thy  love  ; 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  shroud  me  here, 
I  know  that  all  is  bright  above. 

2  The  stars  of  heaven  are  shining  on, 

Though  these  frail  eyes  are  dimmed  with  tears, 
And  though  the  hopes  of  earth  be  gone, 
Yet  are  not  ours  the  immortal  years  ? 

3  Father  !  forgive  the  heart  that  clings, 

Thus  trembling,  to  the  things  of  time ; 
And  bid  the  soul,  on  angel  wings, 
Ascend  into  a  purer  clime. 

4  There  shall  no  doubts  disturb  its  trust, 

No  sorrows  dim  celestial  love ; 
But  these  afflictions  of  the  dust, 
Like  shadows  of  the  night,  remove. 

686.  P.  M. 

1  I  cannot  always  trace  the  way 

Where  thou,  Almighty  One,  dost  move, 
But  I  can  always,  always  say, 
That  God  is  love. 

2  When  fear  her  chilling  mantle  throws 

O'er  earth,  my  soul  to  heaven  above, 
As  to  her  native  home,  upsprings, 
For  God  is  love. 

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THE    HEART. 


3  When  mystery  clouds  my  darkened  path, 

I  '11  check  my  dread,  my  doubts  reprove ; 
In  this  my  soul  sweet  comfort  hath, 
That  God  is  love. 

4  Yes,  God  is  love  ;  —  a  thought  like  this 

Can  every  gloomy  thought  remove, 
And  turn  all  tears,  all  woes,  to  bliss, 
For  God  is  love. 


687.     8  &  6s.  M. 

1   My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 
Far  from  my  home  on  life's  rough  way, 
O,  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
"  Thy  will,  my  God,  be  done !  " 

3  ?  What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved  no  longer  nigh  ; 
Submissive  still  would  I  reply, 
"  Thy  will,  my  God,  be  done ! " 

y  $  If  thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 

What  most  I  prize,  —  it  ne'er  was  mine, 
I  only  yield  thee  what  is  thine ; 
"  Thy  will,  my  God,  be  done  !  " 


&,4  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day, 
Blend  it  with  thine,  and  take  away 
Whate'er  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 
"  Thy  will,  my  God,  be  done ! " 


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FAITH    AND    SUBMIbSiaN. 


688.        C.   M. 

1  The  Lord,  —  how  tender  is  his  love 

His  justice  how  august ! 
Hence  all  her  fears  my  soul  derives, 
There  anchors  all  her  trust. 

2  His  power  directs  the  rushing  wind, 

Or  tips  the  bolt  with  flame ; 
His  goodness  breathes  in  every  breeze, 
And  warms  in  every  beam. 

3  For  me,  O  Lord  !  whatever  lot 

The  hours  commissioned  bring,  — 
Do  all  my  withering  blessings  die, 
Or  fairer  clusters  spring,  — 

4  O,  grant  that  still,  with  grateful  heart, 

My  years  resigned  may  run  ! 
'T  is  thine  to  give,  or  to  resume, 
And  may  thy  will  be  done ! 

689.     6  &  4s.  M. 

1  Father,  O,  hear  me  now  ! 

Father  divine ! 
Thou,  only  thou,  canst  see 
The  heart's  deep  agony, — 
Help  me  to  say  to  thee, 

Thy  will,  not  mine ! 

2  O  God !  be  thou  my  stay, 

Tn  this  dark  hour ; 

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THE    HEART. 


Kindly  each  sorrow  hear, 
Hush  every  troubled  fear, 
And  let  me  still  revere 
And  own  thy  power. 

3  In  thee  alone  I  trust, 

The  Holy  One ! 
Humbly  to  thee  I  pray, 
That,  through  each  troubled  day 
Of  life,  I  still  may  say, 

Thy  will  be  done  ! 


690.     8  &  6s.  M. 

1  I  ask  not  now  for  gold  to  gild, 

With  mocking  shine,  an  aching  frame ; 
The  yearning  of  the  mind  is  stilled^  — 
I  ask  not  now  for  fame. 

2  But,  bowed  in  lowliness  of  mind, 

I  make  my  humble  wishes  known  ; 
I  only  ask  a  will  resigned, 
O  Father,  to  thine  own. 

3  In  vain  I  task  my  aching  brain, 

In  vain  the  sage's  thoughts  I  scan ; 
I  only  feel  how  weak  I  am, 

How  poor  and  blind  is  man. 

4  And  now  my  spirit  sighs  for  home, 

And  longs  for  light  whereby  to  see„ 
And  like  a  weary  child  would  come. 
O  Father,  unto  thee. 

480 


FAITH    AND    SUBMISSION. 


691.     L.  M. 

1  He  sendeth  sun,  he  sendeth  shower, 
Alike  they  're  needful  to  the  flower, 
And  joys  and  tears  alike  are  sent 
To  give  the  soul  fit  nourishment. 
As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 
Father,  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done ! 

2  Can  loving  children  e'er  reprove 

With  murmurs  whom  they  trust  and  love  ? 

Creator,  I  would  ever  be 

A  trusting,  loving  child  to  thee. 

As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 

Father,  thy  willj  not  mine,  be  done  ! 


3  O,  ne'er  will  I  at  life  repine ! 

Enough  that  thou  hast  made  it  mine 
When  falls  the  shadow  cold  of  death 
I  yet  will  sing,  with  parting  breath, 
As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 
Father,  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done ! 


692.    cm. 

1  I  worship  thee,  sweet  Will  of  God ! 

And  all  thy  ways  adore, 
And  every  day  I  live,  I  long 
To  love  thee  more  and  more. 

2  Man's  weakness  waiting  upon  God 

Its  end  can  never  miss, 

41  481 


THE    HEART. 

For  men  on  earth  no  work  can  do 
More  angel-like  than  this. 

3  He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost ; 
God's  will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 
It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 

4  111  that  God  blesses  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill ; 
And  all  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong, 
If  it  be  his  dear  will ! 

5  When  obstacles  and  trials  seem 

Like  prison-walls  to  be, 
I  do  the  little  I  can  do, 
And  leave  the  rest  to  thee. 

6  I  have  no  cares,  O  blessed  Will ! 

For  all  my  cares  are  thine  ; 
I  live  in  triumph,  Lord !  for  thou 
Hast  made  thy  triumphs  mine. 


489 


CONSOLATION. 


693.    H.  M. 

1  Thou,  infinite  in  love ! 

Guide  this  bewildered  mind, 
Which,  like  the  trembling  dove, 
No  resting-place  can  find 
On  the  wild  waters,  God  of  light, 
Through  the  thick  darkness  lead  me  right  I 

2  Bid  the  fierce  conflict  cease, 

And  fear  and  anguish  fly ; 
Let  there  again  be  peace, 

As  in  the  days  gone  by : 
In  Jesus'  name  I  cry  to  thee, 
Remembering  Gethsemane. 

3  Though  through  the  future  shade 

Pale  phantoms  I  descry, 
Let  me  not  shrink  dismayed, 

But  ever  feel  thee  nigh  ; 
There  may  be  grief,  and  pain,  and  care, 
But,  O  my  Father !  thou  art  there. 

483 


THE    HEART. 


694.     11  &  4s.  M. 

1  With  silence  only  as  their  benediction, 

God's  angels  come 

Where,  in  the  shadow  of  a  great  affliction, 

The  soul  sits  dumb. 

2  Yet  would  we  say,  what  every  heart  approveth,  — 

Our  Father's  will, 
Calling  to  him  the  dear  ones  whom  he  loveth, 
Is  mercy  still. 

3  Not  upon  us  or  ours  the  solemn  angel 

Hath  evil  wrought ; 
The  funeral  anthem  is  a  glad  evangel ; 
The  good  die  not ! 

4  God  calls  our  loved  ones,  but  we  lose  not  wholly 

What  he  has  given ; 
They  live  on  earth  in  thought  and  deed,  as  truly 
As  in  his  heaven. 


695.    L.  M. 

1  The  mourners  came,  at  break  of  day, 

Unto  the  garden  sepulchre, 
With  saddened  hearts,  to  weep  and  pray 

For  him,  the  loved  one,  buried  there. 
What  radiant  light  dispels  the  gloom  ? 
An  angel  sits  beside  the  tomb. 

2  The  earth  doth  mourn  her  treasures  lost, 

All  sepulchred  beneath  the  snow, 

184 


CONSOLATION. 

When  wintry  winds  and  chilling  frost 
Have  laid  her  summer  glories  low ; 
The  spring  returns,  the  flowerets  bloom,  — 
An  angel  sits  beside  the  tomb. 

3  Then  mourn  we  not  beloved  dead, 

E'en  while  we  come  to  weep  and  pray; 

The  happy  spirit  hath  but  fled 

To  brighter  realms  of  heavenly  day  ; 

Immortal  hope  dispels  the  gloom,  — 

An  angel  sits  beside  the  tomb. 


696.    c.  M. 

1  Bright  were  the  mornings  first  impearled 

O'er  earth  and  sea  and  air ; 
The  birthdays  of  a  rising  world, — 
For  power  divine  was  there. 

2  But  fairer  shone  the  Saviour's  tears, 

For  Lazarus,  o'er  his  grave ; 
While  love  divine  renewed  the  years 
Of  one  he  sought  to  save. 

3  Sweet  drops  of  grace,  the  pledges  given 

Of  Mercy's  mighty  plan, — 
That  he,  who  was  the  Prince  of  heaven, 
Had  pity  upon  man ! 

4  Let  us  thy  dear  example,  Lord, 

Fixed  in  our  memories  keep,  — 
That  we,  obedient  to  thy  word, 
May  weep  with  those  that  weep. 

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THE    HEART. 


697.  L.  m. 

1  The  waters  of  Bethesda's  pool 

Were  to  the  outward  eye  as  clear, 
And  to  the  outward  touch  as  cool, 
Before  the  visitant  drew  near. 

2  But  while  untroubled,  they  possessed 

No  healing  virtue ;  —  gentle  friend, 
Is  there  no  fount  within  the  breast 
To  which  an  angel  may  descend  ? 

o  O,  while  the  soul  unruffled  lies, 
Its  mirror  only  can  display, 
However  beautiful  their  dyes, 

The  forms  of  things  that  pass  away. 

4  But  when  its  troubled  waters  own 

A  Saviour's  presence,  in  the  wave 
The  healing  power  of  grace  is  known, 
And  found  omnipotent  to  save. 

5  A  glimpse  of  glories  far  more  bright 

Than  earth  can  give  is  mirrored  there ; 
And  perfect  purity  and  light 

The  presence  of  its  God  declare. 

698.  L.  M. 

1   The  energies  too  stern  for  mirth, 

The  reach  of  thought,  the  strength  of  will, 
'Mid  cloud  and  tempest  have  their  birth, 
Through  blight  and  blast  their  course  fulfil 

486 


CONSOLATION. 

2  And  yet 't  is  when  it  mourns  and  fears 
The  loaded  spirit  feels  forgiven; 
And  through  the  mist  of  falling  tears 
We  catch  the  clearest  glimpse  of  heaven, 

699.    c.  M. 

1  Where  is  the  tree  the  prophet  threw 

Into  the  bitter  wave, 
Left  it  no  scion  where  it  grew, 
The  thirsting  soul  to  save  ? 

2  Hath  nature  lost  the  hidden  power 

Its  precious  foliage  shed  ? 
Is  there  no  distant  eastern  bower 
With  such  sweet  leaves  o'erspread  ? 

3  Nay,  wherefore  ask  ?  since  gifts  are  ours 

Which  yet  may  well  imbue 
Earth's  many  troubled  founts  with  showers 
Of  heaven's  own  balmy  dew. 

4  O,  mingled  with  the  cup  of  grief 

Let  faith's  deep  spirit  be, 
And  every  prayer  shall  win  a  leaf 
From  that  blest  healing  tree ! 


700.     L.  M. 

1  Is  there  a  lone  and  dreary  hour, 

When  worldly  pleasures  lose  their  power  ? 

My  Father !  let  me  turn  to  thee, 

And  set  each  thought  of  darkness  free. 

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THE    HEART. 

2  Is  there  a  time  of  racking  grief, 
Which  scorns  the  prospect  of  relief? 
My  Father !  break  the  cheerless  gloom, 
And  bid  my  heart  its  calm  resume. 

3  Is  there  an  hour  of  peace  and  joy, 
When  hope  is  all  my  soul's  employ  ? 
My  Father !  still  my  hopes  will  roam, 
Until  they  rest  with  thee,  their  home. 

4  The  noontide  blaze,  the  midnight  scene, 
The  dawn,  or  twilight's  sweet  serene, 
The  glow  of  life,  the  dying  hour, 

Shall  own  my  Father's  grace  and  power. 


701.     L.  M. 

1  Peace,  troubled  soul !  whose  plaintive  moan 

Hath  taught  these  rocks  the  notes  of  woe ; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
Which  lulls  thy  pain,  which  heals  thy  wound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed, 

Unburden  here  the  weighty  load  ; 
Here  find  thy  refuge  and  thy  rest, 

And  trust  the  mercy  of  thy  God : 
Thy  God  's  thy  Father,  —  glorious  word! 
For  ever  love  and  praise  the  Lord. 


4*8 


CONSOLATION. 


702.    S.  M. 

1  What  though  the  stream  be  dead, 
Its  banks  all  still  and  dry  ! 

It  murmureth  o'er  a  lovelier  bed, 
In  air-groves  of  the  sky. 

2  What  though  our  bird  of  light 
Lie  mute,  with  plumage  dim ; 

In  heaven  I  see  her  glancing  bright, 
I  hear  her  angel  hymn. 

3  True  that  our  beauteous  doe 
Hath  left  her  still  retreat, 

But  purer  now,  in  heavenly  snow, 
She  lies  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  O  star  untimely  set ! 

Why  should  we  weep  for  thee  ? 
Thy  bright  and  dewy  coronet 
Is  rising  o'er  the  sea. 


703.     11  &  10s.  M. 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish ; 

Come,  at  the  mercy-seat  fervently  kneel : 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

489 


THE    HEART. 


704.  c.  m. 

1  O  Thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee ! 

2  But  thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart, 

Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 

3  O,  who  would  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come,  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above  ? 

4  Then  sorrow  touched  by  thee  grows  bright 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray, 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day. 

705.  L.  M. 

1  When  Power  Divine,  in  mortal  form, 
Hushed  with  a  word  the  raging  storm, 
In  soothing  accents  Jesus  said, 

"  Lo,  it  is  I !  —  be  not  afraid." 

2  So,  when  in  silence  nature  sleeps, 
And  his  lone  watch  the  mourner  keeps, 
One  thought  shall  every  pang  remove,  — 
Trust,  feeble  man,  thy  Maker's  love 

490 


CONSOLATION. 

3  God  calms  the  tumult  and  the  storm  ; 
He  rules  the  seraph  and  the  worm : 
No  creature  is  by  him  forgot, 

Of  those  who  know,  or  know  him  not. 

4  Blest  be  the  voice  that  breathes  from  heaven, 
To  every  heart  in  sunder  riven, 

"When  love  and  joy  and  hope  are  fled, 
"  Lo,  it  is  I !  —  be  not  afraid." 


706.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely,  through  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 

3  Endless  pleasure  pain  excluding, 

Sickness  there  no  more  can  come  ; 
There  no  fear  of  woe  intruding 

Sheds  o'er  heaven  a  moment's  gloom. 


707.     8,  7,  &  4s.  M. 

1  Gently,  Lord,  O,  gently  lead  us 

Through  these  scenes  of  joy  and  tears, 

491 


THE    HEART. 

And,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
Thy  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears : 

O,  refresh  us, 
O,  refresh  us  by  thy  grace ! 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us, 

From  without  and  from  within, 
God  hath  said,  he  '11  ne'er  forget  us, 
But  will  save  from  every  sin. 

Therefore  praise  him, 
Praise  thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  way, 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee, 
And  his  love  shall  be  thy  stay ; 

Therefore  praise  him, 
Praise  thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

708.     8  &  4s.  M. 

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1  There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 

A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found  : 
And  while  the  mouldering  ashes  sleep 
Low  in  the  ground, 

2  The  soul,  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image,  freed  from  clay, 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine, 
A  star  of  day ! 

3  Now,  traveller  'mid  these  flying  years 

To  realms  of  everlasting  light ! 
Through  heavy  clouds,  or  boding  fears, 
Pursue  thy  flight. 

492 


CONSOLATION. 


4  The  sun  is  but  a  spark  of  fire, 
A  transient  meteor  in  the  sky ; 
The  soul,  immortal  as  its  Sire, 
Shall  never  die ! 


709.    U  M. 

1  Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone, 

Whose  days  a  peaceful  tenor  keep ; 
The  God  who  loves  our  race  has  shown 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  beam  again 

From  lids  that  now  o'erflow  with  tears, 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  earnests  of  serener  years. 

3  O,  there  are  days  of  hope  and  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night, 
And  grief  may  bide,  an  evening  guest, 
But  joy  shall  come  with  morning  light 

4  And  ye,  who  o'er  a  friend's  low  bier 

Now  shed  the  bitter  drops  Like  rain, 
Hope  that  a  brighter,  happier  sphere 
Will  give  him  to  your  arms  again. 

• 

710.     6  &  5s.  M. 

1  Where  the  mourner  weeping 
Sheds  the  secret  tear, 
God  his  watch  is  keeping, 
Though  none  else  is  near. 

42  493 


THE    HEART. 

2  God  will  never  leave  thee, 

All  thy  wants  he  knows, 
Feels  the  pains  that  grieve  thee, 
Sees  thy  cares  and  woes. 

3  Raise  thine  eyes  to  heaven 

When  thy  spirits  quail, 

When,  by  tempests  driven, 

Heart  and  courage  fail. 

4  All  thy  woe  and  sadness 

In  this  world  below 
Balance  not  the  gladness 
Thou  in  heaven  shalt  know. 

5  When  thy  gracious  Saviour 

In  the  realms  above, 
Crowns  thee  with  his  favor, 
Fills  thee  with  his  love. 


VIII. 


LIFE. 


i. 

EARLY  RELIGION. 

(p.  497.) 
II. 

CHOICE. 

(p.  501.) 
III. 

ACTION. 

(p.  504.) 

IV. 

PASSAGE   OF  TIME. 

(p.  523.) 
495 


EARLY  RELIGION. 


711.     C.  M. 

1  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives,  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  'T  is,  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day, 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

3  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth : 

How  pure  is  every  page ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

712.    CM. 

1  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  sweet  the  lily  grows ! 

42  *  497 


LIFE. 

How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo,  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod ; 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  O  Thou  who  giv'st  us  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

713.    c.  M. 

1  O,  say  not,  think  not,  heavenly  notes 

To  childish  ears  are  vain  ; 
That  the  young  mind  at  random  floats, 
And  cannot  reach  the  strain. 

2  Was  not  our  Lord,  a  little  child, 

Taught  by  degrees  to  pray, 
By  father  dear  and  mother  mild 
Instructed  day  by  day  ? 

3  And  though  some  tones  be  weak  and  low, 

What  are  all  prayers  beneath, 
But  cries  of  babes,  that  cannot  know 
Half  the  deep  thought  they  breathe  ? 

4  In  his  own  words  we  Christ  adore ; 

But  angels,  as  we  speak, 
Higher  above  our  meaning  soar, 
Than  we  o'er  children  weak. 

498 


EARLY    RELIGION. 


714.     L.  M. 

1  In  Israel's  fane,  by  silent  night, 

The  lamp  of  God  was  burning  bright ; 
And  there,  by  viewless  angels  kept, 
Samuel,  the  child,  securely  slept. 

2  A  voice  unknown  the  stillness  broke ; 

"  Samuel !  "  it  called,  and  thrice  it  spoke  ; 
He  rose  ;  he  asked  whence  came  the  word ; 
From  Eli  ?     No,  — it  was  the  Lord. 

3  Thus  early  called  to  serve  his  God, 
In  paths  of  righteousness  he  trod ; 
Prophetic  visions  fired  his  breast, 
And  all  the  chosen  tribes  were  blest. 

4  Speak,  Lord !  and,  from  our  earliest  days, 
Incline  our  hearts  to  love  thy  ways ; 

Thy  wakening  voice  hath  reached  our  ear : 
Speak,  Lord,  to  us  ;  thy  servants  hear. 


715.     6&4s.  M. 

Shepherd  of  tender  youth, 
Guiding,  in  love  and  truth, 

Through  devious  ways ! 
Christ,  our  triumphant  King 
We  come  thy  name  to  sing, 
And  here  our  children  bring, 

To  shout  thy  praise. 

499 


LIFE. 

2  Thou  art  our  holy  Lord  ! 
The  all-subduing  Word ! 

Healer  of  strife ! 
Thou  didst  thyself  abase, 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race, 

And  give  us  life. 

3  Thou  art  our  soul's  High-Priest! 
Thou  hast  prepared  the  feast 

Of  holy  love, 
And  in  our  mortal  pain 
None  calls  on  thee  in  vain, 
Help  thou  dost  not  disdain,  — 

Help  from  above. 

4  Ever  be  thou  our  guide, 

Our  Shepherd  and  our  pride,  — 

Our  staff  and  song  ! 
Jesus !  thou  Christ  of  God  ! 
By  thy  perennial  word 
Lead  us  where  thou  hast  trod, 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

5  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  thy  praises  high, 

And  joyful  sing ; 
Infants,  and  the  glad  throng 
Who  to  thy  Church  belong 
Unite  and  swell  the  song 

To  Christ  our  King. 


500 


CHOICE. 


716.     L.  M. 

1  Ah  wretched  souls,  who  strive  in  vain, 

Slaves  to  the  world,  and  slaves  to  sin . 
A  nobler  toil  may  I  sustain, 
A  nobler  satisfaction  win. 

2  May  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  powers,  to  serve  the  Lord ; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

4  O,  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor,  wandering,  leave  his  sacred  ways ! 
Great  God  !  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 

501 


LIFE. 


717.     L.  M. 

1  Why  do  we  waste  in  trifling  cares 
The  lives  divine  compassion  spares, 
While,  through  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot  ? 

2  Our  Father  calls  us  from  above  ; 
Our  Saviour  pleads  his  dying  love ; 
Awakened  conscience  gives  us  pain : 
Shall  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 

3  Not  so  our  dying  eyes  will  view 
The  objects  which  we  now  pursue  ; 
Not  so  eternity  appear, 

When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Then  wake,  my  soul ;  thy  way  prepare, 
And  lose  in  this  each  meaner  care ; 
With  steady  step  that  path  be  trod, 
Which  through  the  grave  conducts  to  God. 

718.     L.  M. 

1  Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand : 
Father  divine  !  diffuse  thy  light 

To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving,  treacherous  heart, 
Wisely  to  choose  the  better  part ; 

To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 

For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

502 


CHOICE. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise, 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  with  sides, 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou,  my  Saviour,  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  ; 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee 


503 


ACTION. 


719.    s.  M. 

1  Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand  ; 

To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 

Broadcast  it  o'er  the  land ! 

Beside  all  waters  sow, 

The  highway  furrows  stock, 
Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow, 

Drop  it  upon  the  rock ! 

2  The  good,  the  fruitful  ground, 
Expect  not  here  nor  there ; 

O'er  hill  and  dale  and  plain  't  is  found ; 

Go  forth,  then,  everywhere ! 

And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 

And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

3  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  ; 
Cold,  heat,  and  moist  and  dry, 

Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky ; 

504 


ACTION. 

Then,  when  the  glorious  end, 
The  day  of  God,  shall  come, 
The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
At  heaven's  great  harvest-home. 

720.    S.  M. 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 

The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  sides. 

2  O,  watch,  and  strive,  and  pray ; 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 
Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  : 

Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 

He  '11  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  His  divine  abode. 


721.     L.  M. 

1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  Gospel  we  profess, 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

43  505 


LIFE. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour,  God, 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride, 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

722.    S.  M. 

1  My  God,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 

With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 

Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do  ; 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create, 

Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick-discerning  eye, 
That  ever  watches  unto  prayer, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly ; 

A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss, 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 

The  consecrated  cross. 

506 


ACTION. 


3     I  rest  upon  thy  word  ; 

The  promise  is  for  me ; 
My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  from  thee  : 

But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 

723.    s.  M. 

1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify  ; 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky  ; 

To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil : 
O,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 

To  do  my  Master's  will ! 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 

And,  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 

The  strict  account  to  give  ! 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely : 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forsaken  die. 


724.    S.  M. 

1     Ye  servants  of  the  Lord ! 
Each  in  your  office  wait, 

507 


LIFE* 

Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame : 

Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch  !  't  is  your  Lord's  command  ; 
And  while  we  speak,  he  's  near ; 

Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 


725.    s.  M. 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  gird  your  armor  on, 

Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies, 
Through  his  eternal  Son. 

2  From  strength  to  strength  go  on ; 
Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

3  Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 

In  all  his  soldiers,  "  Come," 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descends  from  high, 
And  takes  the  conquerors  home. 

508 


ACTION. 


726.    c.  M. 

1  Our  God  !  our  God !  thou  shinest  here  ; 

Thine  own  this  latter  day ; 
To  us  thy  radiant  steps  appear,  — 
Here  goes  thy  glorious  way. 

2  We  shine  not  only  with  the  light 

Thou  sheddest  down  of  yore  ; 
On  us  thou  streamest  strong  and  bright,  — 
Thy  comings  are  not  o'er. 

3  The  fathers  had  not  all  of  thee ; 

New  births  are  in  thy  grace ; 
All  open  to  our  souls  shall  be 
Thy  glory's  hiding-place. 

4  We  gaze  on  thy  outgoings  bright ; 

Down  cometh  thy  full  power ; 
We  the  glad  bearers  of  thy  light,  — 
This,  this  thy  saving  hour ! 

5  On  us  thy  spirit  hast  thou  poured, 

To  us  thy  word  has  come : 
We  feel,  we  thank  thy  quickening,  Lord ! 
Thou  shalt  not  find  us  dumb. 

6  Thou  comest  near,  —  thou  standest  by,  — 

Our  work  begins  to  shine : 
Thou  dwellest  with  us  mightily  ; 
On  come  the  years  divine. 

43  *  509 


LIFE. 


727.     7  &  5s.  M. 

1  Work, —  and  thou  wilt  bless  the  day 

Ere  the  toil  be  done ; 
They  that  work  not  cannot  play, 

Cannot  feel  the  sun. 
God  is  living,  working  still ; 

All  things  work  and  move ; 
Work,  wouldst  thou  their  beauty  feel, 

And  thy  Maker's  love. 

2  All  the  rolling  planets  glow 

Bright  as  burning  gold  ! 
Should  they  pause,  how  soon  they  'd  grow 

Colorless  and  cold ! 
Joy  and  beauty,  —  where  were  they 

If  the  world  stood  still  ? 
Like  the  world,  thy  law  obey, 

And  thy  calling  fill. 

3  Wouldst  thou  know  the  joy  of  health  ? 

Wouldst  thou  feel  thy  powers  ? 
Industry  alone  is  wealth, 

What  we  do  is  ours. 
Load  the  passive  hours  with  thought, 

While  they  stay  with  thee ; 
Then  despatch  them,  richly  fraught, 

To  eternity. 

728.     7s.  M. 

1   Man's  life  is  the  holy  land, 
We,  Lord,  thy  crusader  band  ; 

510 


ACTION. 

Shrived  by  thee  from  pagan  sin, 
Shrine  of  God  man's  heart  would  win. 

2  On  our  shield  thy  cross  we  bear, 
By  our  side  thy  sword  we  wear  ; 
Shield  of  faith,  so  stout,  so  strong  ! 
Sword  of  truth,  so  bright,  so  long ! 

3  Courage,  Lord,  we  seek  from  thee, 
From  the  foe  we  would  not  flee, 
Manful  quit  us  in  the  fight, 

Toil  from  dawning  until  night. 

4  Gift  us  with  the  conqueror's  crown, 
At  thy  feet  we  lay  it  down, 
Deeply  feeling,  not  our  own  — 
Thine  the  glory,  thine  alone. 


729.    P.  M. 

1  Hast  thou,  'midst  life's  empty  noises, 

Heard  the  solemn  steps  of  time, 
And  the  low,  mysterious  voices 
Of  another  clime  ? 

2  Early  hath  life's  mighty  question 

Thrilled  within  thy  heart  of  youth, 
With  a  deep  and  strong  beseeching,  — 
What,  and  where,  is  truth? 

3  Not  to  ease  and  aimless  quiet 

Doth  the  inward  answer  tend ; 
But  to  works  of  love  and  duty, 
As  our  being's  end. 

511 


LIFE. 


4  Earnest  toil  and  strong  endeavor 
Of  a  spirit  which  within 
Wrestles  with  familiar  evil 
And  besettinsr  sin, 


'& 


o  And  without,  with  tireless  vigor, 

Steady  heart,  and  purpose  strong, 
In  the  power  of  truth  assaileth 
Every  form  of  wrong. 


730.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  Tell  me  not,  in  mournful  numbers, 

Life  is  but  an  empty  dream  ; 
For  the  soul  is  dead  that  slumbers, 
And  things  are  not  what  they  seem. 

2  Life  is  real !  life  is  earnest ! 

And  the  grave  is  not  its  goal ; 
Dust  thou  art,  to  dust  returnest, 
"Was  not  spoken  of  the  soul. 

3  Not  enjoyment,  and  not  sorrow, 

Is.  our  destined  end  and  way  ; 
But  to  act,  that  each  to-morrow 
Find  us  further  than  to-day. 

4  Let  us,  then,  be  up  and  doing, 

With  a  heart  for  any  fate  ; 
Still  achieving,  still  pursuing, 
Learn  to  labor  and  to  wait. 


512 


ACTION. 


731.     8&7s.  M. 

1  Cheek  grow  pale,  but  heart  be  vigorous  ! 

Body  fall,  but  soul  have  peace ! 
Welcome,  pain  !  thou  searcher  rigorous  ! 
Slay  me,  but  my  faith  increase. 

2  Sin,  o'er  sense  so  softly  stealing; 

Doubt,  that  would  my  strength  impair  ; 
Hence  at  once  from  life  and  feeling! 
Now  my  cross  I  gladly  bear. 

3  Up,  my  soul !  with  clear  sedateness 

Read  heaven's  law,  writ  bright  and  broad, 
Up !  a  sacrifice  to  greatness,  - 

Truth,  and  goodness,  —  up  to  God ! 

4  Up  to  labor !  from  thee  shaking 

Off  the  bonds  of  sloth,  be  brave ! 
Give  thyself  to  prayer  and  waking ; 
Toil  some  fainting  heart  to  save ! 

732.    L.  M. 

1  Awake,  our  souls  !  away,  our  fears ! 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone  ! 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  't  is  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

That  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint ;  — 

513 


LIFE. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We  '11  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heavenly  road. 


733.    L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes ; 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul !  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  Thou  treadst  upon  enchanted  ground ; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round  ; 
Beware  of  all ;  guard  every  part, 
But  most,  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

3  Come  then,  my  soul !  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield ; 
Put  on  the  armor  from  above 

Of  heavenly  truth  and  heavenly  love. 

4  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

And  powers  of  earth,  and  powers  of  hell ; 
The  man  of  Calvary  triumphed  here ;  — 
Why  should  his  faithful  followers  fear  ? 


514 


ACTION. 


734.  L.  M. 

1  How  happy  is  he  born  or  taught, 

Who  serveth  not  another's  will ; 
Whose  armor  is  his  honest  thought, 
And  simple  truth  his  utmost  skill ; 

2  Whose  passions  not  his  masters  are ; 

Whose  soul  is  still  prepared  for  death, 
Not  tied  unto  the  world  with  care 
Of  prince's  ear  or  vulgar  breath ; 

3  Who  God  doth  late  and  early  pray 

More  of  his  grace  than  goods  to  lend, 
And  walks  with  man,  from  day  to  day, 
As  with  a  brother  and  a  friend! 

4  This  man  is  freed  from  servile  bands 

Of  hope  to  rise,  or  fear  to  fall ; 
Lord  of  himself,  though  not  of  lands, 
And  having  nothing,  yet  hath  all. 

735.  L.  M. 

1  O  Israel,  to  thy  tents  repair! 

Why  thus  secure  on  hostile  ground  ? 
Thy  Lord  commands  thee  to  beware, 
For  many  foes  thy  camp  surround. 

2  O,  sleep  not  thou,  as  others  do  ; 

Awake,  be  vigilant,  be  brave  ; 
The  coward  and  the  sluggard  too 
Must  wear  the  fetters  of  the  slave. 

515 


LIFE. 

3  A  nobler  lot  is  cast  for  thee  ; 

A  crown  awaits  thee  in  the  skies  : 
With  such  a  hope  shall  Israel  flee, 

And  yield  through  weariness  the  prize  ? 

4  No  ;  let  a  careless  world  repose, 

And  slumber  on  through  life's  short  day, 
While  Israel  to  the  conflict  goes, 
And  bears  the  glorious  prize  away. 

736.     10s.  M. 

1  O,  what  is  man,  great  Maker  of  mankind ! 

That  thou  to  him  so  great  respect  dost  bear  ! 
That  thou  adorn'st  him  with  so  bright  a  mind, 
Mak'st  him  a  king,  and  e'en  an  angel's  peer  ? 

2  O,  what  a  lively  life,  what  heavenly  power, 

What  spreading  virtue,  what  a  sparkling  fire, 
How  great,  how  plentiful,  how  rich  a  dower, 
Dost  thou  within  this  dying  flesh  inspire ! 

3  Nor  hast  thou  given  these  blessings  for  a  day, 

Nor  made  them  on  the  body's  life  depend : 
The  soul,  though  made  in  time,  survives  for  aye ; 
And  though  it  hath  beginning,  sees  no  end. 

737.    L.  M. 

1  God's  law  demands  one  living  faith, 
Not  a  gaunt  crowd  of  lifeless  creeds  : 
Its  warrant  is  a  firm  "  God  saith,"  — 
Its  claim,  not  words,  but  loving  deeds. 

518 


ACTION. 

2  Yet,  Lord,  forgive!  thy  simple  law 

Grows  tarnished  in  our  earthly  grasp ; 
Pure  in  itself,  without  a  Haw, 
It  dims  in  our  too  worldly  clasp. 

3  We  handle  it  with  unwashed  hands, 

We  stain  it  with  unhallowed  breath, 
We  gloss  it  with  device  of  man's, 
And  hide  thine  image  underneath. 

4  Forgive  the  sacrilege,  and  take 

From  off  our  souls  the  unworthy  stain ; 
And  show  us,  for  thy  Son's  dear  sake, 
Thy  pure  and  perfect  law  again. 

* 

738.    c.  M. 

1  The  world  throws  wide  its  brazen  gates ; 

With  thee  we  enter  in  ; 
O,  grant  us,  in  our  humble  sphere, 
To  free  that  world  from  sin  ! 

2  We  have  one  mind  in  Christ  our  Lord 

To  stand  and  point  above  ; 
To  hurl  rebuke  at  social  wrong ; 
But  all,  O  God,  in  love. 

3  The  star  is  resting  in  the  sky  ; 

To  worship  Christ  we  came  ; 
The  moments  haste  ;  O,  touch  our  tongues 
With  thy  celestial  flame ! 

4  The  truest  worship  is  a  life  ; 

All  dreaming  we  resign  ; 
We  lay  our  offerings  at  thy  feet, — 
Our  lives,  O  Christ,  are  thine ! 

44  517 


LIFE. 


739.    c.  M. 

1  A  soldier's  course,  from  battles  won 

To  new-commencing  strife ; 
A  pilgrim's,  restless  as  the  sun  ;  — 
Behold  the  Christian's  life  ! 

2  The  hosts  of  darkness  pant  for  spoil,  — 

How  can  our  warfare  close  ? 
Lonely  we  tread  a  foreign  soil,  — 
How  can  we  hope  repose  ? 

3  O,  let  us  .seek  our  heavenly  home, 

Revealed  in  sacred  lore  ; 
The  land  whence  pilgrims  never  roam, 
Where  soldiers  war  no  more  ; 

4  Where  they  who  meet  shall  never  part ; 

Where  grace  achieves  its  plan ; 
And  God,  uniting  every  heart, 
Dwells  face  to  face  with  man. 


740.    C.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  : 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

518 


ACTION. 

3  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'T  is  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  ;  — 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 


741.    S.  M. 

1  Laborers  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  gird  you  for  the  toil ; 

The  dew  of  promise  from  the  skies 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

2  Go  where  the  sick  recline, 
Where  mourning  hearts  deplore  ; 

And  where  the  sons  of  sorrow  pine, 
Dispense  your  hallowed  lore. 

3  Urge,  with  a  tender  zeal, 
The  erring  child  along, 

Where  peaceful  congregations  kneel, 
And  pious  teachers  throng. 

4  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth, 
That  earth  may  ne'er  despoil, 

And  the  blest  Gospel's  saving  health 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 


519 


LIFE. 


742.    c.  M. 

1  O,  speed  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way, 

And  to  thv  armor  clinsr : 
With  girded  loins  the  call  obey 
That  grace  and  mercy  bring. 

2  There  is  a  battle  to  be  fought, 

An  upward  race  to  run, 
A  crown  of  glory  to  be  sought, 
A  victory  to  be  won. 

3  O,  faint  not,  Christian  !  for  thy  sighs 

Are  heard  before  His  throne ; 
The  race  must  come  before  the  prize, 
The  cross  before  the  crown. 


743.    L.  M. 

1  The  Christian  warrior,  see  him  stand 

In  the  whole  armor  of  his  God, 
The  spirit's  sword  is  in  his  hand, 
His  feet  are  with  the  Gospel  shod. 

2  In  panoply  of  truth  complete, 

Salvation's  helmet  on  his  head, 
With  righteousness,  a  breastplate  meet, 
And  faith's  broad  shield  before  him  spread, 

3  With  this  omnipotence  he  moves  ; 

From  this  the  alien  armies  flee ; 
Till  more  than  conqueror  he  proves, 
Through  Christ,  who  gives  him  victory. 

520 


ACTION. 


4  Thus  strong  in  his  Redeemer's  strength, 
Sin,  death,  and  hell  he  tramples  down, 
Fights  the  good  fight,  and  wins  at  length, 
Through  mercy,  an  immortal  crown. 


744.    c.  M. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord ! 
I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

4  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  're  slain 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
Arid  soon  with  Christ  shall  reign. 

5  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

44  *  521 


LIFE. 


745.    c.  M. 

1  Walk  in  the  light !  so  shalt  thou  know 

That  fellowship  of  love 
His  spirit  only  can  bestow, 
Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

2  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  own 

Thy  darkness  passed  away, 
Because  that  light  hath  on  thee  shone 
In  which  is  perfect  day. 

3  Walk  in  the  light !  and  e'en  the  tomb 

No  fearful  shade  shall  wear  ; 
Glory  shall  chase  away  its  gloom, 
For  Christ  hath  conquered  there  ! 

4  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thine  shall  be 

A  path,  though  thorny,  bright : 
For  God,  by  grace,  shall  dwell  in  thee, 
And  God  himself  is  light ! 


746.    l;  m. 

1  As  body  when  the  soul  has  fled, 
As  barren  trees,  decayed  and  dead, 
Is  faith  ;  a  hopeless,  lifeless  thing, 
If  not  of  righteous  deeds  the  spring. 

2  One  cup  of  healing  oil  and  wine, 
One  tear-drop  shed  on  mercy's  shrine, 
Is  thrice  more  grateful,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Than  lifted  eye  or  bended  knee. 


ACTION. 

3  In  true  and  genuine  faith  we  trace 
The  source  of  every  Christian  grace ; 
"Within  the  pious  heart  it  plays, 

A  living  fount  of  joy  and  praise. 

4  Kind  deeds  of  peace  and  love  betray 
Where'er  the  stream  has  found  its  way ; 
But  where  these  spring  not  rich  and  fair, 
The  stream  has  never  wandered  there. 


747.    c.  M. 

1  Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed, 

Nor  deem  it  void  of  power ; 
There 's  fruit  in  each  wind-wafted  seed, 
Waiting  its  natal  hour. 

2  A  whispered  word  may  touch  the  heart, 

And  call  it  back  to  life ; 
A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart, 
And  still  unholy  strife. 

3  No  act  falls  fruitless ;  none  can  tell 

How  vast  its  power  may  be ; 
Nor  what  results  enfolded  dwell 
Within  it,  silently. 

4  Work,  and  despair  not :  bring  thy  mite, 

Nor  care  how  small  it  be  ; 
God  is  with  all  that  serve  the  right, 
The  holy,  true,  and  free. 


5<XJ 


LIFE. 


748.  L.  M. 

1  The  Lord  receives  his  highest  praise 

From  humble  minds  and  hearts  sincere ; 
While  all  the  loud  professor  says 
Offends  the  righteous  Judge's  ear. 

2  To  walk  as  children  of  the  day, 

To  mark  the  precepts'  holy  light, 
To  wage  the  warfare,  watch  and  pray, 
Show  who  are  pleasing  in  his  sight. 

3  Easy  indeed  it  were  to  reach 

A  mansion  in  the  courts  above, 
If  swelling  words  and  fluent  speech 
Might  serve  instead  of  faith  and  love. 

4  But  none  shall  gain  the  blissful  place, 

Or  God's  unclouded  glory  see, 
Who  talks  of  free  and  sovereign  grace, 
Unless  that  grace  has  made  him  free. 

749.  L.  M. 

1  Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  to  insure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  season  God  has  given 
To  lit  us  for  the  joys  of  heaven  ; 
That  day  of  grace  fleets  fast  away, 
And  none  its  rapid  course  can  stay. 

524 


ACTION. 


3  Then  what  our  thoughts  design  to  do, 
Let  us  with  all  our  might  pursue  ; 
And  wisely  every  hour  employ, 
That  faith  and  hope  may  turn  to  joy. 

750.    L.  M. 

1  The  God  of  glory  walks  his  round, 

From  day  to  day,  from  year  to  year, 
And  warns  us  each,  with  awful  sound, 
"  No  longer  stand  ye  idle  here  ! 

2  "  Ye,  whose  young  cheeks  are  rosy-bright, 

Whose  hands  are  strong,  whose  hearts  are  clear, 
Waste  not  of  hope  the  morning  light ! 
Ah,  fools,  why  stand  ye  idle  here  ? 

3  "  And  ye,  whose  locks  of  scanty  gray 

Foretell  your  latest  travail  near, 
How  swiftly  fades  your  worthless  day ! 
And  stand  ye  yet  so  idle  here  ?  " 

4  O  Thou,  by  all  thy  works  adored, 

To  whom  the  sinner's  soul  is  dear, 
Recall  us  to  thy  vineyard,  Lord, 

And  grant  us  grace  to  please  thee  here ! 


751.     8&5s.  M. 

1  Every  day  hath  toil  and  trouble, 
Every  heart  hath  care ; 
Meekly  bear  thine  own  full  measure, 
,         And  thy  brother's  share. 

525 


LIFE. 

Fear  not,  shrink  not,  though  the  burden 

Heavy  to  thee  prove  ; 
God  shall  fill  thy  mouth  with  gladness, 

And  thy  heart  with  love. 

2  Patiently  enduring,  ever 

Let  thy  spirit  be 
Bound,  by  links  that  cannot  sever, 

To  humanity. 
Labor !  wait !  thy  Master  perished 

Ere  his  task  was  done : 
Count  not  lost  thy  fleeting  moments, 

Life  hath  but  begun. 

3  Labor !  wait !  though  midnight  shadows 

Gather  round  thee  here, 
And  the  storm  above  thee  lowering 

Fill  thy  heart  with  fear,  — 
Wait  in  hope  !  the  morning  dawneth 

When  the  night  is  gone, 
And  a  peaceful  rest  awaits  thee 

When  thy  work  is  done. 


752.    c.  M. 

1  Workman  of  God !  O,  lose  not  heart, 

But  learn  what  God  is  like ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

2  O,  blest  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  he 
Is  most  invisible ! 

526 


ACTION. 

3  And  blest  is  he  who  can  divine 

Where  real  right  doth  lie, 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye  ! 

4  O,  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men ! 

O,  learn  to  lose  with  God ! 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 
And  beckons  thee  his  road. 


527 


PASSAGE  OF  TIME. 


753.    L.  M. 

1  The  glories  of  our  birth  and  state 

Are  shadows,  not  substantial  things ; 
There  is  no  armor  against  fate ; 
Death  lays  his  icy  hands  on  kings. 

2  Princes  and  magistrates  must  fall, 

And  in  the  dust  be  equal  made, 
The  high  and  mighty  with  the  small, 

Sceptre  and  crown  with  scythe  and  spade. 

3  The  laurel  withers  on  our  brow ; 

Then  boast  no  more  your  mighty  deeds : 
Upon  death's  purple  altar  now 

See  where  the  victor  victim  bleeds ! 

4  All  heads  must  come  to  the  cold  tomb  ; 

Only  the  actions  of  the  just 
Preserve  in  death  a  rich  perfume, 

Smell  sweet  and  blossom  in  the  dust. 

529 


P\SSAGE    OF    TIME. 


754.  L.  M. 

1  God  of  eternity  !  from  thee 

Did  infant  time  his  being  draw : 
Moments  and  days,  and  months  and  years, 
Revolve  by  thine  unvaried  law. 

2  Silent,  but  swift,  they  glide  away ; 

Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows, 
Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea, 

The  boundless  gulf  from  which  it  rose. 

3  Yet  while  the  shore,  on  either  side, 

Presents  a  gaudy,  flattering  show, 
We  gaze,  in  fond  amusement  lost, 
Nor  think  to  what  a  world  we  go. 

4  Great  Source  of  wisdom  !  teach  our  hearts 

To  know  the  worth  of  every  hour  ; 
That  time  may  bear  us  on  to  joys 
Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power. 

755.  L.  M. 

1  Like  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain, 

Or  clouds  that  roll  successive  on, 
Man's  busy  generations  pass, 

And  while  we  gaze,  their  forms  are  gone. 

2  "  He  lived,  —  he  died"  ;  behold  the  sum, 

The  abstract  of  the  historian's  page ! 
Alike  in  God's  all-seeing  eye 

The  infant's  day,  the  patriarch's  age. 

■\'>  529 


LIFE. 


3  O  Father,  in  whose  mighty  hand- 

The  boundless  years  and  ages  lie  ! 
Teach  us  thy  boon  of  life  to  prize, 
And  use  the  moments  as  they  fly ; 

4  To  crowd  the  narrow  span  of  life 

With  wise  designs  and  virtuous  deeds : 
So  shall  we  wake  from  death's  dark  night, 
To  share  the  glory  that  succeeds. 


756.    c.  M. 

1  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home ! 

2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

4  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come ! 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


530 


PASSAGE    OF    TIME. 


757.    L.  M. 

1  Swift  years,  but  teach  me  how  to  bear, 

To  feel,  and  act,  with  strength  and  skill, 
To  reason  wisely,  nobly  dare, 

And  speed  your  courses  as  ye  will. 

2  When  life's  meridian  toils  are  done, 

How  calm,  how  rich,  the  twilight  glow ! 
The  morning  twilight  of  a  sun, 
That  shines  not  here,  on  things  below. 

3  Press  onward  through  each  varying  hour; 

Let  no  weak  fears  thy  course  delay ; 
Immortal  being,  feel  thy  power  ; 
Pursue  thy  bright  and  endless  way. 


758.     8,  8,  &  4s.  M. 

1  Alas  !  how  poor  and  little  worth 
Are  all  those  glittering  toys  of  earth 

That  lure  us  here  !  — 
Dreams  of  a  sleep  that  death  must  break : 
Alas !  before  it  bids  us  wake, 

They  disappear. 

2  Our  birth  is  but  a  starting-place  ; 
Life  is  the  running  of  the  race, 

And  death  the  goal : 
There  all  those  glittering  toys  are  brought ; 
That  path  alone,  of  all  unsought, 

Is  found  of  all. 

531 


LIFE. 


3  O,  let  the  soul  its  slumbers  break, 
Arouse  its  senses,  and  awake 

To  see  how  soon 
Life,  like  its  glories,  glides  away, 
And  the  stern  footsteps  of  decay 


Come  stealing  on. 


759.    s.  M. 


1  The  swift-declining  day, 
How  fast  its  moments  rly ! 

While  evening's  broad  and  gloomy  shade 
Gains  on  the  western  sky. 

2  Ye  mortals,  mark  its  pace ; 
Improve  the  hours  of  light ; 

And  know,  your  Maker  can  command 
An  instantaneous  night. 

3  On  the  dark  mountain's  brow 
Your  feet  shall  quickly  slide, 

And  from  its  airy  summit  dash 
Your  momentary  pride. 

4  What  most  demands  your  care, 
O,  be  it  still  pursued ! 

Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

760.    cm. 

1   How  swift,  alas !  the  moments  fly  ! 
How  rush  the  years  along ! 

532 


F  ASS  AGE    OF    TIME. 


Scarce  here,  yet  gone  already  by,  — 
The  burden  of  a  song. 

2  See  childhood,  youth,  and  manhood  pass, 

And  age,  with  furrowed  brow ; 
Time  was,  —  time  shall  be,  —  but,  alas ! 
Where,  where,  in  time,  is  now  ? 

3  Time  is  the  measure  but  of  change ; 

No  present  hour  is  found ; 
The  past,  the  future,  fill  the  range 
Of  time's  unceasing  round. 

4  Then,  pilgrim,  let  thy  joys  and  fears 

On  time  no  longer  lean ; 
But  henceforth  all  thy  hopes  and  fears 
From  earth's  affections  wean. 

5  To  God  let  grateful  accents  rise  : 

With  truth,  with  virtue,  live ; 
So  all  the  bliss  that  time  denies, 
Eternity  shall  give. 


761.    c.  M. 

1  Forth  to  the  land  of  promise  bound, 

Our  desert  path  we  tread ; 
God's  fiery  pillar  for  our  guide, 
His  Captain  at  our  head. 

2  E'en  now  we  faintly  glimpse  the  hills, 

And  catch  their  distant  blue ; 
And  the  bright  city's  gleaming  spires 
Rise  dimly  on  our  view. 

45*  533 


LIFE. 


3  There  love  shall  have  its  perfect  work, 
And  prayer  be  lost  in  praise, 
And  all  the  servants  of  our  God 
Their  endless  anthem  raise. 


534 


IX. 


DEA  T  H 


I. 

DYING  OF  CHILDREN. 

* 

(p.  537.) 

IT. 

DYING   OF   THE   BELIEVER. 

(p.  542.) 
III. 

FUNEREAL- 

(p.  546.) 


533 


DYING  OP  CHILDREN 


762.    L.  M. 

i  As  the  sweet  flower  that  scents  the  morn, 
But  withers  in  the  rising  day, 
Thus  lovely  was  this  infant's  dawn, 
Thus  swiftly  fled  its  life  away. 

2  It  died  ere  its  expanding  soul 

Had  ever  burnt  with  wrong  desires, 
Had  ever  spurned  at  Heaven's  control, 
Or  ever  quenched  its  sacred  fires. 

3  Yet  the  sad  hour  that  took  the  boy 

Perhaps  has  spared  a  heavier  doom,  — 
Snatched  him  from  scenes  of  guilty  joy, 
Or  from  the  pangs  of  ills  to  come. 

4  He  died  to  sin ;  he  died  to  care  ; 

But  for  a  moment  felt  the  rod ; 
Then,  rising  on  the  viewless  air, 

Spread  his  light  wings  and  soared  to  God. 

537 


DEATH 


763.     7  &  6s.  M. 

1  In  the  broad  fields  of  heaven,  — 

In  the  immortal  bowers 
By  life's  clear  river  dwelling, 

Amid  undying  flowers, — 
There  hosts  of  beauteous  spirits, 

Fair  children  of  the  earth, 
Linked  in  bright  bands  celestial, 

Sing  of  their  human  birth. 

2  They  sing  of  earth  and  heaven  ; 

Divinest  voices  rise 
To  God,  their  gracious  Father, 

Who  called  them  to  the  skies : 
They  all  are  there,  —  in  heaven, - 

Safe,  safe,  and  sweetly  blest ; 
No  cloud  of  sin  can  shadow 

Their  bright  and  holy  rest. 


764.    S.  M. 

1  Go  to  thy  rest,  fair  child ! 
Go  to  thy  dreamless  bed, 

While  yet  so  gentle,  undefiled, 
With  blessings  on  thy  head. 

2  Ere  sin  has  seared  the  breast, 
Or  sorrow  woke  the  tear, 

Rise  to  thy  throne  of  changeless  rest, 
In  yon  celestial  sphere. 

538 


DYING    OF    CHILDREN. 

3  Because  thy  smile  was  fair, 
Thy  lip  and  eye  so  bright, 

Because  thy  loving  cradle-care 
Was  such  a  fond  delight,  — 

4  Shall  love,  with  weak  embrace, 
Thy  upward  wing  detain  ? 

No  !  gentle  angel,  seek  thy  place 
A.mid  the  cherub  train. 


765.    c.  M. 

1  Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 

Young  spirit,  rest  thee  now ! 
E'en  while  with  us  thy  footsteps  trod, 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 

2  Dust,  to  its  narrow  house  beneath ! 

Soul,  to  its  place  on  high ! 
They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death 
No  more  may  fear  to  die. 

3  Lone  are  the  paths,  and  sad  the  bowers. 

Whence  thy  meek  smile  is  gone ; 
But,  oh !  a  brighter  home  than  ours, 
In  heaven,  is  now  thine  own. 


766.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1   Fare  thee  well,  thou  fondly  cherished, 

Dear,  dear  spirit,  fare  thee  well ; 

He  who  lent  thee  hath  recalled  thee, 

Back  with  him  and  his  to  dwell. 

530 


DEATH. 

2  Like  a  sunbeam,  through  our  dwelling 

Shone  thy  presence,  bright  and  calm  ; 
Thou  didst  add  a  zest  to  pleasure  ; 
To  our  sorrows  thou  wert  balm. 

3  Yet  while  mourning,  O  our  lost  one ! 

Come  no  visions  of  despair ! 
Seated  on  thy  tomb,  Faith's  angel 
Saith  thou  art  not,  art  not,  there. 

4  Where,  then,  art  thou?  with  the  Saviour, 

Blest,  for  ever  blest  to  be  ; 
'Mid  the  sinless  little  children, 

Who  have  heard  his  "  Come  to  me." 

5  Passed  the  shades  of  Death's  dark  valley, 

Thou  art  leaning  on  his  breast, 
Where  the  wicked  may  not  enter, 
And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

6  Plead  that,  in  a  Father's  mercy, 

All  our  sins  may  be  forgiven ; 
Angel !  plead,  that  thou  mayst  greet  us, 
Ransomed,  at  the  gates  of  heaven. 


767.     6&5s.  M. 

1  Saviour,  now  receive  him 

To  thy  bosom  mild ; 
For  with  thee  we  leave  him, 
Blessed,  blessed  child ! 

2  Though  his  eye  hath  brightened 

Oft  our  weary  way, 

540 


DYING    OF    CHILDREN. 

And  his  clear  laugh  lightened 
Half  our  hearts'  dismay. 

3  Now  let  thought  behold  him 

In  his  angel  rest, 
Where  those  arms  enfold  him 
To  a  Saviour's  breast. 

4  We  yield  but  what  was  given 

At  thy  holy  call ; 
The  beautiful  to  heaven, 
Thou  who  givest  all ! 

5  Still  'mid  heavy  mourning, 

Look  thee  now  to  God ! 
There,  thy  spirit  turning, 
Kneel  beside  the  sod. 


4G  541 


DYING  OF  THE  BELIEVER. 


768.    c.  M. 

1  Thou  must  go  forth  alone,  my  soul! 

Thou  must  go  forth  alone, 
To  other  scenes,  to  other  worlds, 

That  mortal  hath  not  known. 
Thou  must  go  forth  alone,  my  soul, 

To  tread  the  narrow  vale  ; 
But  He  whose  word  is  sure  hath  said 

His  comforts  shall  not  fail. 


2  Thou  must  go  forth  alone,  my  soul ! 

To  meet  thy  God  above : 
But  shrink  not,  —  He  hath  said,  my  soul, 

He  is  a  God  of  love. 
His  rod  and  staff  shall  comfort  thee 

Across  the  dreary  road, 
Till  thou  shalt  join  the  blessed  ones 

In  heaven's  serene  abode. 

542 


DYING    OF    THE    BELIEVER. 


769.    CM. 

1  Behold  the  western  evening  light! 

It  melts  in  deeper  gloom ; 
So  calm  the  righteous  sink  away, 

Descending  to  the  tomb. 
The  winds  breathe  low,  —  the  yellow  leaf 

Scarce  whispers  from  the  tree ! 
So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath, 

When  good  men  cease  to  be. 

2  How  beautiful,  on  all  the  hills, 

The  crimson  light  is  shed ! 
'T  is  like  the  peace  the  dying  gives 

To  mourners  round  his  bed. 
How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 

The  sunset  beam  is  cast! 
So  sweet  the  memory  left  behind, 

When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

3  And  lo !  above  the  dews  of  night 

The  vesper  star  appears  ! 
So  faith  lights  up  the  mourner's  heart, 

Whose  eyes  are  dim  with  tears. 
Night  falls,  but  soon  the  morning  light 

Its  glories  shall  restore  ; 
And  thus  the  eyes  that  sleep  in  death 

Shall  wake  to  close  no  more. 


770.    L.  M. 

1  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! 
When  sinks  a  trusting  soul  to  rest, 

513 


m:ath. 


How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away, 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ; 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

4  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  day, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies !  " 


771.     8  &  7s.  M. 


1  Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 

Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze  ; 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening, 
When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low ; 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number ; 
Here,  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us ; 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 
But 't  is  God  that  hath  bereft  us  : 
He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

544 


DYING    OF    THE    BELIEVER. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 
When  the  day  of  life  has  fled, 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 


772.     7s.  M. 

1  Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
Quit,  O,  quit  this  mortal  frame ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark !  they  whisper !  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away  ! " 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes  ;  it  disappears  ; 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes  ;  my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring. 
Lend,  lend  your  wings  !  I  mount,  I  fly ! 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


46*  545 


FUNEREAL 


773.    L.  M. 


1  Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb! 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 

Invade  thy  bounds ;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ;  God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed. 
Then  rest,  dear  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn ! 

Attend,  O  earth,  his  sovereign  word ! 
Restore  thy  trust!  the  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 

54« 


FUNEREAL. 


774.    L.  m. 

1  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  dread  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woes,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
Which  manifests  the  Saviour's  power ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  hiding-place  ; 
On  India's  plains  or  Lapland's  snows 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


775.     12  &  lis.  M. 

1  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;  but  we  will  not  de- 
plore thee ; 
Though  sorrows  and   darkness  encompass  the 
tomb  ; 
The   Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals  be- 
fore thee ; 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 
gloom. 


DEATH. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  we  no  longer  behold 

thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by  thy 

side : 
But-  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 

thee, 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Saviour  hath 

died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  and,  its  mansion  for- 

saking, 

Perchance  thy  weak   spirit  in  doubt   lingered 
long; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on  thy 
waiving, 

And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the  sera- 
phim's song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will  not  de- 

plore thee  ; 
Since  God  was  thy  Refuge,  thy  Guardian,  thy 

Guide ; 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore 

thee  ; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  since  the  Saviour  hath 

died. 


776.    10s.  M. 


1   Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime, 

In  full  activity  of  zeal  and  power ; 

A  Christian  cannot  die  before  his  time, 

The  Lord's  appointment  is  the  servant's  hour. 


548 


FUNEREAL. 

2  Go  to  the  grave  ;  at  noon  from  labor  cease ; 

Rest  on  thy  sheaves,  thy  harvest-work  is  done ; 
Come  from  the  heat  of  battle,  and  in  peace, 
Soldier,  go  home ;  with  thee  the  field  is  won. 

3  Go  to  the  grave,  for  there  thy  Saviour  lay, 

In  Death's  embraces,  ere  he  rose  on  high ; 
And  all  the  ransomed,  by  that  narrow  way, 
Pass  to  eternal  life  beyond  the  sky. 

4  Go  to  the  grave  ;  —  no,  take  thy  seat  above  ; 

Be  thy  pure  spirit  present  with  the  Lord, 
Where  thou  for  faith  and  hope  hast  perfect  love, 
And  open  vision  for  the  written  word. 


777.    c.  M. 

1  O,  not  when  the  death-prayer  is  said, 

The  life  of  life  departs ; 
The  body  in  the  grave  is  laid, 
Its  beauty  in  our  heart.-. 

2  This  frame,  O  God,  this  feeble  breath, 

Thy  hand  may  soon  destroy ; 
We  think  of  thee,  and  feel  in  death 
A  deep  and  holy  joy. 

3  Dim  is  the  light  of  vanished  years 

In  glory  yet  to  come  ; 
O  idle  grief,  O  foolish  tears, 
When  Jesus  calls  us  home ! 


549 


DEATH. 


778.    c.  M. 

1  Dear  as  thou  wast,  and  justly  dear, 

We  would  uot  weep  for  thee ; 
One  thought  shall  check  the  starting  tear, 
It  is  —  that  thou  art  free. 

2  And  thus  shall  faith's  consoling  power 

The  tears  of  love  restrain ; 
O,  who  that  saw  thy  parting  hour 
Could  wish  thee  here  again  ? 

3  Gently  the  passing  spirit  fled, 

Sustained  by  grace  divine  ; 
O,  may  such  grace  on  us  be  shed, 
And  make  our  end  like  thine ! 


779.     8  &  7s.  M. 


1  Brother,  rest  from  sin  and  sorrow ! 

Death  is  o'er,  and  life  is  won ; 
On  thy  slumber  dawns  no  morrow : 
Rest !  thine  earthly  race  is  run. 

2  Brother,  wake  !  the  night  is  waning ; 

Endless  day  is  round  thee  poured ; 
Enter  thou  the  rest  remaining 
For  the  people  of  the  Lord. 

3  Brother,  wake !  for  He  who  loved  thee, 

He  who  died  that  thou  might'st  live, 
He  who  graciously  approved  thee. 
Waits  thy  crown  of  joy  to  give. 

550 


FUNEREAL. 

4  Fare  thee  well!  though  woe  is  blending 
With  the  tones  of  early  love, 
Triumph  high  and  joy  unending 
Wait  thee  in  the  realms  above ! 


780.     6  &  4s.  M. 

1  Lowly  and  solemn  be 
Thy  children's  cry  to  thee. 

Father  divine ! 
A  hymn  of  suppliant  breath, 
Owning  that  life  and  death 

Alike  are  thine. 

2  O  Father,  in  that  hour 

When  earth  all  succoring  power 

Shall  disavow, 
When  spear  and  shield  and  crown 
In  faintness  are  cast  down, 

Sustain  us  thou ! 

3  By  him  who  bowed  to  take 
The  death-cup  for  our  sake, 

The  thorn,  the  rod, 
From  whom  the  last  dismay 
Was  not  to  pass  away, 

Aid  us,  O  God !  * 

4  Tremblers  beside  the  grave, 
We  call  on  thee  to  save, 

Father  divine ! 
Hear,  hear  our  suppliant  breath  ; 
Keep  us  in  life  and  death, 

Thine,  only  thine. 


DEATH. 


781.        S.   M. 

1  Servant  of  God,  well  done ! 
Rest  from  thy  loved  employ ; 

The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 

2  Tranquil  amidst  alarms, 
Death  found  him  on  the  field, 

A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 

3  The  pains  of  death  are  past ; 
Labor  and  sorrow  cease ; 

And,  life's  long  service  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

4  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 
Praise  be  thy  blest  employ ; 

And  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 


782.    P.  M. 

1  Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us, 

And  thy  saintly  soul  is  flown, 
Where  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye, 

And  sorrow  is  unknown  : 
From  the  burden  of  the  flesh, 

And  from  care  and  fear  released, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 


...>-. 


FUNEREAL. 

2  Sin  no  more  can  taint  thy  spirit, 

Nor  can  doubt  thy  faith  assail ; 
Thy  soul  its  welcome  has  received, 

Thy  strength  shall  never  fail : 
And  thou  'rt  sure  to  meet  the  good, 

Whom  on  earth  thou  lovedst  best, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

3  To  thy  grave  we  sadly  bear  thee, 

There  in  dust  we  place  thy  head ; 
We  lay  the  turf  above  thee  now, 

And  seal  thy  narrow  bed  : 
But  thy  spirit  soars  away, 

Free,  among  the  faithful  blest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 


783.    c.  M. 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
'  T  is  but  the  consecrated  way 
To  their  eternal  home. 


47  553 


death. 


784.    L.  M. 

1  Farewell  !  what  power  of  words  can  tell 
The  soitows  of  a  last  farewell, 

When,  standing  by  the  mournful  bier, 
We  mingle  with  our  prayers  a  tear ! 

2  O  God,  extend  thy  arms  of  love! 
A  spirit  seeketh  thee  above  : 

Ye  heavenly  palaces,  unclose, 
Receive  the  weary  to  repose ! 

3  Redeemer !  thou  didst  mourn  the  dead  ; 
Be  with  us  in  the  time  of  need, 

And  grant  us  all,  from  sin  set  free, 
At  length  to  rest  in  heaven  with  thee  ! 


785.    L.  M. 


1  O  God  !  whose  thunder  shakes  the  sky, 

Whose  eye  this  atom-globe  surveys ; 
To  thee,  my  only  rock,  I  fly, 
Thy  mercy  in  thy  justice  praise. 

2  The  mystic  mazes  of  thy  will, 

The  shadows  of  celestial  night, 
Are  past  the  power  of  human  skill ; 
But  what  the  Eternal  does  is  right. 

3  O,  teach  me,  in  this  trying  hour, 

When  anguish  swells  the  rising  tear, 
To  still  my  sorrows,  own  1hy  power, 
Thy  goodness  love,  thy  justice  fear. 

554 


FUNEREAL. 


4  The  gloomy  mantle  of  the  night, 

Which  on  my  sinking  spirit  steals, 
Will  vanish  at  the  morning  light, 

Which  God,  my  hope  and  trust,  reveals. 


786.     7  &  8s.  M 

1  Lift  not  thou  the  wailing  voice  ; 

Weep  not  when  a  Christian  dieth : 
Up,  where  blessed  saints  rejoice, 

Ransomed  now,  the  spirit  flieth : 
High  in  heaven's  own  light  it  dwelleth ; 
Full  the  song  of  triumph  swelleth  : 
Freed  from  earth  and  earthly  failing, 
Lift  for  them  no  voice  of  wailing. 

2  They  who  die  in  Christ  are  blest ; 

Ours  be,  then,  no  thought  of  grieving ; 
Sweetly  with  their  God  they  rest, 

All  their  toils  and  troubles  leaving  : 
So  be  ours  the  faith  that  saveth, 
Hope  that  every  trial  braveth, 
Love  that  to  the  end  endureth, 
And,  through  Christ,  the  crown  secureth. 


555 


X. 


IMMORTALITY. 


I. 

JUDGMENT. 

(p.  559.) 
II. 

THE   DEAD. 

(p.  562.) 
III. 

HEAVEN. 

(p.  575.) 


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557 


JUDGMENT 


787.  L.  M. 

1  That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, — 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 

2  When,  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll, 
When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead,  - 

3  O,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 

788.  L.  M. 

1  The  Lord  will  come ;  the  earth  shall  quake, 
The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake ; 

559 


IMMORTALITY 


And,  withering,  from  the  vault  of  night 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 


lSJ 


2  The  Lord  will  come,  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came, 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 

The  bruised,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead. 

3  Can  this  be  he  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  higtrway, 

By  power  oppressed,  and  mocked  by  pride  ? 
O  God,  is  this  the  Crucified  ? 

4  Go,  tyrants,  to  the  rocks  complain ; 
Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain ; 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy,  "  The  Lord  is  come  !  " 


789.    L.  M. 

1  Eternity!  Eternity! 

How  long  art  thou,  Eternity  ! 
Yet  onward  still  to  thee  we  speed, 
As  to  the  fight  th'  impatient  steed, 
As  ship  to  port,  or  shaft  from  bow, 
Or  swift  as  couriers  homeward  go. 
Mark  well,  O  man,  Eternity ! 

2  Eternity!  Eternity! 

How  long  art  thou,  Eternity ! 
As  in  a  ball's  concentric  round 
Nor  starting-point  nor  end  is  found ; 
So  thou,  Eternity,  so  vast, 
No  entrance  and  no  exit  hast. 
Mark  well,  O  man,  Eternity ! 

560 


JUDGMENT. 


3  Eternity!  Eternity! 

How  long  art  thou,  Eternity ! 

Came  there  a  bird,  each  thousandth  year, 

One  sand-grain  from  the  hills  to  bear, 

When  all  had  vanished,  grain  by  grain, 

Eternity  would  still  remain. 

Mark  well,  O  man,  Eternity ! 


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THE   DEAD. 


790.    s.  M. 

1  Our  fathers,  where  are  they, 
With  all  they  called  their  own  ? 

Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and  cares, 
And  wealth  and  honor  gone. 

2  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 
Thou  everlasting  Friend ! 

While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

3  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
We  dwell  before  thy  /ace. 


791.    c.  M. 

1   Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 
Within  the  veil,  and  sec 

562 


THE     DEAD. 


The  saints  above,  —  how  great  their  joy 
And  bright  their  glories  be ! 

2  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came ; 
They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 


792.     S.  H.  M. 

1  Friend  after  friend  departs  ; 
Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 

There  is  no  union  here  ol  hearts, 

That  finds  not  here  an  end. 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2  There  is  a  world  above, 
Where  parting  is  unknown,  — 

A  whole  eternity  of  love 

And  blessedness  alone ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

3  Thus,  star  by  star  declines, 
Till  all  are  passed  away, 

As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day. 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night,  — 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 


563 


IMMORTALITY. 


793.    c.  M. 

1  The  great  Apostle,  called  by  grace, 

Weaned  from  all  works  beside, 
Preached  the  same  faith  he  once  abhorred, 
And  Christ,  whom  he  denied. 

2  In  perils  and  in  troubles  oft, 

His  toilsome  life  he  past ; 
But  he  who  turned  his  heart  at  first 
Upheld  him  to  the  last. 

3  A  chosen  vessel  of  his  will, 

He  fought  the  fight  of  faith  ; 
And  gained  the  crown  of  righteousness, 
Obedient  unto  death. 

4  Thus,  Lord  of  grace,  to  all  thy  will 

Obedient  may  we  be  ; 
And  follow  meekly  in  his  steps, 
E'en  as  he  followed  thee. 


II  791.    lis.  M. 

1  How  cheering  the  thought,  that  the  spirits  in  bliss 
Will  bow  their  bright  wings  to  a  world  such  as  this ; 
Will  leave  the  sweet  joys  of  the  mansions  above, 
To  breathe  o'er  our  bosoms  some  message  of  love. 

2  They  come,  —  on  the  wings  of  the  morning  they 

come,  — 
Impatient  to  lead  some  poor  wanderer  home, 

56 1 


THE    DEAD. 

Some  pilgrim  to  snatch  from  this  stormy  abode, 
And  lay  him  to  rest  in  the  arms  of  his  God. 

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3  They  come  when  we  wander,  they  come  when  we 

pray, 

In  mercy  to  guard  us  wherever  we  stray ; 

A  glorious  cloud,  their  bright  witness  is  given ; 

Encircling  us  here,  are  these  angels  of  heaven. 


795.    P.  M. 

1  Jews  were  wrought  to  cruel  madness, 
Christians  fled  in  fear  and  sadness, 

Mary  stood  the  cross  beside. 

2  At  its  foot  her  foot  she  planted, 
By  the  dreadful  scene  undaunted, 

Till  the  gentle  sufferer  died. 

3  Poets  oft  have  sung  her  story, 
Painters  decked  her  brow  with  glory, 

Priests  her  name  have  deified ; 

4  But  no  worship,  song,  or  glory 
Touches  like  that  simple  story,  — 

"  Mary  stood  the  cross  beside." 

5  And  when  under  fierce  oppression 
Goodness  suffers  like  transgression, 

Christ  again  is  crucified. 

6  But  if  love  be  there,  true-hearted, 
By  no  grief  or  terror  parted, 

Mary  stands  the  cross  beside. 


IMMORTALITY. 


796.    C.  M. 

1  The  dead  arc  like  the  stars  by  day, 

Withdrawn  from  mortal  eye, 
Yet  holding  unperceived  their  way 
Through  the  unclouded  sky. 

2  By  them,  through  holy  hope  and  love, 

We  feel,  in  hours  serene, 
Connected  with  a  world  above, 
Immortal  and  unseen. 

3  For  death  his  sacred  seal  hath  set 

On  bright  and  bygone  hours ; 
And  they  we  mourn  are  with  us  yet, 
Are  more  than  ever  ours ;  — 

4  Ours,  by  the  pledge  of  love  and  faith, 

By  hopes  of  heaven  on  high ; 
By  trust,  triumphant  over  death, 
In  immortality. 

797.    P.  M. 

1  Call  them  from  the  dead 
For  our  eyes  to  see  ; 

Prophet-bards,  whose  awful  word 
Shook  the  earth,  "  Thus  saith  the  Lord," 

And  made  the  idols  flee,  — 

A  glorious  company ! 

2  Call  them  from  the  dead 
For  our  eyes  to  see ; 

56G 


THE     DEAD. 

Sons  of  wisdom,  song,  and  power, 
Giving  earth  her  richest  dower, 

And  making  nations  free,  — 

A  glorious  company ! 

3  Call  them  from  the  dead 
For  our  eyes  to  see  ; 

Forms  of  beauty,  love,  and  grace, 
"  Sunshine  in  the  shady  place," 

That  made  it  life  to  be,  — 

A  blessed  company ' 

4  Call  them  from  the  dead,  — 
Vain  the  call  would  be ; 

But  the  hand  of  death  shall  lay, 
Like  that  of  Christ,  its  healing  clay 
On  eyes  which  then  shall  see 
That  glorious  company ! 

798.     6  &  4s.  M. 

1  Mortal,  the  angels  say, 

Peace  to  thy  heart ! 
We,  too,  O  mortal,  have 

Been  as  thou  art, — 
Hope-lifted,  doubt-depressed, 

Seeing  in  part, 
Tried,  troubled,  tempted, 

Sustained,  as  thou  art. 

2  Ye,  too,  they  gently  say, 

Angels  shall  be ; 
Ye,  too,  O  mortals, 

From  earth  shall  be  free : 

.-.67 


IMMORTALITY. 

Yet  in  earth's  loved  ones 

Still  shall  have  part, 
Bearing  God's  strength  and  love 

To  the  torn  heart. 

3  Mortal,  they  sweetly  say, 

Be  our  thoughts  one  ; 
Bend  thou  with  us  and  pray, 

"  Thy  will  be  done !  " 
Our  God  is  thy  God ; 

Willeth  the  best ; 
Trust  him  as  we  trusted,  — 

Rest  as  we  rest ! 


799.    L.  M. 

1  The  kings  of  old  have  shrine  and  tomb 
In  many  a  minster's  haughty  gloom ; 
And  green,  along  the  ocean's  side, 
The  mounds  arise  where  heroes  died  ; 
But  show  me  on  thy  flowery  breast, 
Earth !  where  thy  nameless  martyrs  rest ;  — 

2  The  thousands  that,  uncheered  by  praise, 
Have  made  one  offering  of  their  days ; 
For  truth,  for  heaven,  for  freedom's  sake, 
Resigned  the  bitter  cup  to  take ; 

And  silently,  in  fearless  faith, 

Have  bowed  their  noble  souls  to  death. 

3  What  though  no  stone  the  record  bears 
Of  their  deep  thoughts  and  lonely  prayers, 

568 


THE     DEAD. 


May  not  our  inmost  hearts  be  stilled, 
With  knowledge  of  their  presence  filled, 
And  by  their  lives  be  taught  to  prize 
The  meekness  of  self-sacrifice  ? 


800.  c.  M. 

1  Glory  to  God !  whose  witness-train, 

Those  heroes  bold  in  faith, 
Could  smile  on  poverty  and  pain, 
And  triumph  even  in  death. 

2  O,  may  that  faith  our  hearts  sustain, 

Wherein  they  fearless  stood, 
When,  in  the  power  of  cruel  men, 
They  poured  their  willing  blood. 

3  God,  whom  we  serve,  our  God,  can  save ; 

Can  damp  the  scorching  flame, 
Can  build  an  ark,  can  smooth  the  wave, 
For  such  as  love  his  name. 

4  Lord !  if  thine  arm  support  us  still 

With  its  eternal  strength, 
We  shall  o'ercome  the  mightiest  ill, 
And  conquerors  prove,  at  length. 

801.  c.  M. 

1  Another  hand  is  beckoning  us, 
Another  call  is  given ; 
And  glows  once  more  with  angel  steps 
The  path  that  leads  to  heaven. 

48  *  509 


IMMORTALITY. 

2  O,  half  we  deemed  she  needed  not 

The  changing  of  her  sphere, 

To  give  to  heaven  a  shining  one, 

Who  walked  an  angel  here. 

3  Unto  our  Father's  will  alone 

One  thought  hath  reconciled ; 
That  he  whose  love  exceedeth  ours 
Hath  taken  home  his  child. 

4  Fold  her,  O  Father,  in  thine  arms, 

And  let  her  henceforth  be 
A  messenger  of  love  between 
Our  human  hearts  and  thee. 

5  Still  let  her  mild  rebuking  stand 

Between  us  and  the  wrong, 
And  her  dear  memory  serve  to  make 
Our  faith  in  goodness  strong. 


802.    L.  M. 

1  Why  weep  for  those,  frail  child  of  woe, 

Who  fled  and  left  thee  mourning  here  ? 
Triumphant  o'er  their  latest  foe, 
They  glory  in  a  brighter  sphere. 

2  Space  cannot  check,  thought  cannot  bound, 

The  high-exulting  souls  whom  he, 
Who  formed  these  million  worlds  around, 
Takes  to  his  own  eternity. 

3  Weep,  weep  no  more ;  their  voices  raise 

The  song  of  triumph  high  to  God, 
And  wouldst  thou  join  their  song  of  praise, 
Walk  humbly  in  the  path  they  trod. 

f)70 


Tin;    j>j;ad. 


803.    l.m. 

1  O,  why  should  friendship  grieve  for  those 

Who  safe  have  reached  the  heavenly  shore, 
Released  from  all  their  fears  and  woes  ? 
They  are  not  lost,  —  but  gone  before. 

2  Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep, 

And  sweet  the  strain  which  angels  pour ; 
O,  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep  ? 
They  are  not  lost,  —  but  gone  before. 


804.     6s.  M. 

1  Flung  to  the  heedless  winds, 

Or  on  the  waters  cast, 
Their  ashes  shall  be  watched, 

And  gathered  at  the  last : 
And  from  that  scattered  dust, 

Around  us  and  abroad 
Shall  spring  a  plenteous  seed 

Of  witnesses  for  God. 


2  The  Father  hath  received 

Their  latest  living  breath  ; 
Yet  vain  is  Satan's  boast 

Of  victory  in  their  death  : 
Still,  still,  though  dead,  they  speak, 

And  trumpet-tongued  proclaim 
To  many  a  wakening  land 

The  one  availing  name 

571 


IMMORTALITY. 


805.    c.  M. 

1  Answer  mc,  burning  stars  of  night ! 

Where  is  the  spirit  gone, 
That  past  the  reach  of  human  sight, 
E'en  as  a  breeze,  hath  flown  ? 

2  O  many-toned  and  chainless  wind  ! 

Thou  art  a  wanderer  free  ; 
Tell  me  if  thou  its  place  canst  find, 
Far  over  mount  or  sea  ? 

3  Ye  clouds,  that  gorgeously  repose 

Around  the  setting  sun, 
Answer !  have  ye  a  home  for  those 
Whose  earthly  race  is  run  ? 

4  O,  speak,  thou  voice  of  God  within  ! 

Thou  of  the  deep  low  tone ! 
Answer  me  through  life's  restless  din, 
Where  is  the  spirit  flown  ? 

5  And  the  voice  answers,  "  Be  thou  still ; 

Enough  to  know  is  given  : 
Clouds,  winds,  and  stars  their  part  fulfil : 
Thine  is  to  trust  in  Heaven  !  " 


806.    c.  M. 

1  The  triumphs  of  the  martyred  saints 
The  joyous  lay  demand  ; 
The  heart  delights  in  song  to  dwell 
On  that  victorious  band,  — 

572 


THE    DEAD. 

Those  whom  the  senseless  world  abhorred, 

Who  cast  the  world  aside, 
Deeming  it  worthless,  for  the  sake 

Of  Christ,  their  Lord  and  Guide. 

2  For  him  they  braved  the  tyrant's  rage, 

The  scourge's  cruel  smart ; 
The  wild  beast's  fang  their  bodies  tore, 

But  vanquished  not  the  heart ; 
Like  lambs  before  the  sword  they  fell, 

Nor  cry  nor  plaint  expressed ; 
For  patience  kept  the  conscious  mind, 

And  armed  the  fearless  breast. 

3  What  tongue  can  tell  the  crown  prepared 

The  martyr's  brow  to  grace  ? 
His  shining  robe,  his  joys  unknown, 

Before  thy  glorious  face  ? 
Vouchsafe  us,  Lord,  if  such  thy  will, 

Clear  skies  and  seasons  calm ; 
If  not,  the  martyr's  cross  to  bear, 

And  win  the  martyr's  palm. 

807.    c.  M. 

1  There  is  a  state  unknown,  unseen, 

Where  parted  souls  must  be ; 
And  but  a  step  doth  lie  between 
That  world  of  souls  and  me. 

2  I  see  no  light,  I  hear  no  sound, 

When  midnight  shades  are  spread ; 
Yet  angels  pitch  their  tents  around 
And  guard  my  quiet  bed. 

573 


IMMORTALITY. 

3  The  things  unseen,  O  God,  reveal ; 

My  spirit's  vision  clear, 
Till  I  shall  feel,  and  see,  and  know, 
That  those  I  love  are  near. 

4  Impart  the  faith  that  soars  on  high, 

Beyond  this  earthly  strife ; 
That  holds  sweet  converse  with  the  sky, 
And  lives  eternal  life. 


574 


HEAVEN. 


808.    c.  M. 

1  Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven !  farewell, 

With  all  your  feeble  light : 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night ! 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day ! 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed, 
My  soul,  which  springs  beyond  thy  sphere, 
No  more  demands  thine  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode, 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 
Where  I  shall  reign  with  God. 

4  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  mine  eyes, 
Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline, 
Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

575 


IMMORTALITY. 


5  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 
Shall  in  one  song  unite ; 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view 
With  infinite  delight. 


809.    cm. 

1  Blest  be  the  everlasting  God, 

The  Father  of  our  Lord ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  praised, 
His  majesty  adored. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son, 

And  called  him  to  the  sky, 

He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope 

That  they  should  never  die. 

3  There  's  an  inheritance  divine 

Reserved  against  that  day  ; 
'T  is  uncorrupted,  undefiled, 
And  cannot  waste  away. 

4  Saints  by  the  power  of  God  are  kept 

Till  the  salvation  come ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  strangers  here, 
Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 


810.    c.  P.  M. 

1   All  earthly  charms,  however  dear, 
Howe'er  they  please  the  eye  or  ear, 
Will  quickly  fade  and  fly; 


HEAVEN. 

Of  earthly  glory  faint  the  blaze, 
And  soon  the  transitory  rays 
In  endless  darkness  die. 

2  The  nobler  beauties  of  the  just 
Shall  never  moulder  in  the  dust, 

Or  know  a  sad  decay ; 
Their  honors  time  and  death  defy, 
And  round  the  throne  of  heaven  on  high 
Beam  everlasting  dav. 

811.     C.  M. 

1  Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard 

Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  his  Son. 

2  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips  nor  envious  eye 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

3  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there. 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


812.      C.  M. 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign, 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

49  577 


IMMORTALITY 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never- withering  flowers; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green : 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes,  — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er,  — 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


813.    s.  M. 

1     O,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole : 

578 


HEAVEN. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 

'T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live. 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
There  is  a  life  above. 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 


814.  L.  M. 

1  O,  when  the  hours  of  life  are  past, 
And  death's  dark  shade  arrives  at  last, 
It  is  not  sleep,  it  is  not  rest,  — 

'T  is  glory  opening  to  the  blest. 

2  There  parted  hearts  again  shall  meet, 
In  union  holy,  calm,  and  sweet ; 
There,  grief  find  rest;  and  never  more 
Shall  sorrow  call  them  to  deplore. 

3  No  storms  shall  ride  the  troubled  air ; 
No  voice  of  passion  enter  there ; 
But  all  be  peaceful  as  the  sigh 

Of  evening  gales,  that  breathe  and  die. 

815.  L.  M. 

1  There  is  a  glorious  world  on  high, 
Resplendent  with  eternal  day  ; 
Faith  views  the  blissful  prospect  nigh, 
While  God's  own  word  reveals  the  way. 


IMMORTALITY. 

2  There  shall  the  servants  of  the  Lord 

With  never-fading  lustre  shine  ; 
Surprising  honor,  vast  reward, 
Conferred  on  man  by  love  divine ! 

3  The  shining  firmament  shall  fade, 

And  sparkling  stars  resign  their  light; 
But  these  shall  know  nor  change  nor  shade, 
For  ever  fair,  for  ever  bright. 

4  On  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire, 

O,  may  our  spirits  daily  rise, 
And  reach  at  last  the  shining  choir 
In  the  bright  mansions  of  the  skies ! 


816.     S.  M. 

1  "  For  ever  with  the  Lord," 
Amen.     So  let  it  be ; 

Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word ; 

'T  is  immortality. 

Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  him  I  roam  ; 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 

A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

2  My  Father's  house  on  high, 
Home  of  my  soul,  how  near, 

At  times,  to  faith's  aspiring  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear ! 
Yet  doubts  still  intervene, 
And  all  my  comfort  flies ; 

Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 
rso 


HEAVEN. 

3  "  For  ever  with  the  Lord !  " 
Father,  if  't  is  thy  will, 

The  promise  of  thy  gracious  word, 

E'en  here,  to  me  fulfil. 

Be  thou  at  my  right  hand, 

So  shall  I  never  fail : 
Uphold  me,  and  I  needs  must  stand ; 

Fight,  and  I  shall  prevail. 

4  So,  when  my  latest  breath 
Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 

By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 

And  life  eternal  gain. 

Knowing  "  as  I  am  known," 

How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 

"  For  ever  with  the  Lord ! " 


817.     8  &  7s.  M. 

1  O  the  hour  when  this  material 

Shall  have  vanished  like  a  cloud ! 
And  amid  the  wide  ethereal 

All  the  invisible  shall  crowd ! 
And  the  naked  soul,  surrounded 

By  realities  unknown, 
Triumphs  in  the  view  unbounded, 

Feels  herself  with  God  alone  ! 

2  Angels !  let  the  anxious  stranger 

In  your  tender  care  be  blest ; 
Hoping,  waiting,  free  from  danger, 
Till  the  trumpet  end  her  rest ; 

49  *  581 


IMMORTALITY. 

Till  the  trump  which  shakes  creation 
Through  the  circling  heavens  shall  roll, 

Till  the  day  of  consummation, 
Till  the  bridal  of  the  soul ! 

3  Can  I  trust  a  fellow-being  ? 

Can  I  trust  an  angel's  care  ? 
O  thou  merciful  All-seeing, 

Guide  me  by  thy  presence  there ! 
Jesus  !  blessed  Mediator ! 

Thou  the  airy  path  hast  trod, 
Thou,  the  Judge,  the  Consummator, 

Shepherd  of  the  fold  of  God ! 

4  Blessed  fold !  no  foe  can  enter, 

And  no  friend  departeth  thence1 ; 
Jesus  is  their  Sun,  their  Centre, 

And  their  shield  Omnipotence  ! 
Blessed,  for  the  Lamb  shall  feed  them, 

And  their  tears  shall  wipe  away, 
To  the  living  Fountain  lead  them, 

Till  fruition's  perfect  day ! 

5  Lo,  it  comes,  —  that  day  of  wonder ! 

Louder  thunders  shake  the  skies ! 
Hades'  gates  are  burst  asunder ! 

See  the  new-clothed  myriads  rise  ! 
Thought,  repress  thy  weak  endeavor, 

Here  must  reason  prostrate  fall ; 
O  1  he  ineffable  Forever ! 

And  the  eternal  All  in  All! 


582 


HEAVEN. 


818.    c.  M. 

1  When  1  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ! 

3  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

819.  '  8  &  6s.  M. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 

To  mourning  wTanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast ; 

'T  is  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 

By  sins  and  sorrows  driven, 
When  tosse-d  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

The  heart  no  longer  riven, 

5^3 


IMMORTALITY. 


And  views  the  tempest  passing  by. 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
And  all  serene  in  heaven. 


820.     8,  8,  &  7s.  M. 

1  Lo !  the  seal  of  death  is  breaking ; 
Those  who  slept  its  sleep  are  waking ; 

Heaven  opes  its  portals  fair ! 
There  the  harps  of  God  are  ringing, 
There  the  seraphs'  hymn  is  flinging 

Music  on  immortal  air. 

2  There,  no  more  at  eve  declining, 
Suns  without  a  cloud  are  shining 

O'er  the  land  of  life  and  love  ; 
There  the  founts  of  life  are  flowing, 
Flowers  unknown  to  time  are  blowing, 

In  that  radiant  scene  above. 

3  There  no  sigh  of  memory  swelleth  ; 
There  no  tear  of  misery  welleth  ; 

Hearts  will  bleed  or  break  no  more ; 
Past  is  all  the  cold  world's  scorning, 
Gone  the  night,  and  broke  the  morning, 

Over  all  the  golden  shore. 


821.     L.  M. 

1  This  life  's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere : 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

584 


HEAVEN. 

2  O  glorious  hour !  O  blest  abode ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  my  soul. 

3  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

822.    L.  M. 

1  Heaven  is  a  place  of  rest  from  sin ; 

But  all  who  hope  to  enter  there 
Must  here  that  holy  course  begin, 

Which  shall  their  souls  for  rest  prepare. 

2  Clean  hearts,  O  God,  in  us  create, 

Right  spirits,  Lord,  in  us  renew ; 
Commence  we  now  that  higher  state, 
Now  do  thy  will  as  angels  do. 

3  In  Jesus'  footsteps  may  we  tread, 

Learn  every  lesson  of  his  love ; 
And  be  from  grace  to  glory  led, 

From  heaven  below  to  heaven  above. 


823.    L.  M. 

1  What  must  it  be  to  dwell  above, 

At  God's  right  hand,  where  Jesus  reigns, 
Since  the  sweet  earnest  of  his  love 

O'erwhelms  us  on  these  earthly  plains! 

585 


IMMORTALITY. 

No  heart  can  think,  no  tongue  explain, 
What  joy  it  is  with  Christ  to  reign. 

2  When  sin  no  more  obstructs  our  sight, 

When  sorrow  pains  our  hearts  no  more, 
How  shall  we  view  the  Prince  of  Light, 

And  all  his  works  of  grace  explore ! 
What  heights  and  depths  of  love  divine 
Will  there  through  endless  ages  shine ! 

3  This  is  the  heaven  I  long  to  know ; 

For  this,  with  patience,  I  would  wait, 
Till,  raised  from  heaven  here  below, 

I  mount  to  my  celestial  seat, 
And  wave  my  palm,  and  wear  my  crown, 
And;  with  the  elders,  cast  them  down. 


824.    s.  M. 

1  Far  from  these  scenes  of  night 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 

And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  There  sickness  never  comes ; 
There  grief  no  more  complains ; 

Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom. 
And  purest  pleasure  reigns. 

3  No  strife  nor  envy  there 
The  sons  of  peace  molest; 

But  harmony,  and  love  sincere, 
Fill  every  happy  breast. 

586 


HEAVEN. 


4  No  cloud  those  regions  know, 
For  ever  bright  and  fair ; 

For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  There  night  is  never  known, 
Nor  sun's  faint,  sickly  ray ; 

But  glory  from  the  eternal  throne 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 


825.    c.  M. 

1  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blest  seats !  through  bright  or  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

3  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

4  Jerusalem !  my  happy  home ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  peace  shall  see. 


587 


IMMORTALITY. 


8.26.    c.  M. 

1  Blest  hour,  when  virtuous  friends  shall  meet, 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more, 
And  with  celestial  welcome  greet, 
On  an  immortal  shore. 

2  The  parent  finds  the  long-lost  child ; 

Brothers  on  brothers  gaze ; 
The  tear  of  resignation  mild 
Is  changed  to  joy  and  praise. 

3  Each  tender  tie,  dissolved  with  pain, 

With  endless  bliss  is  crowned ; 
All  that  was  dead  revives  again, 
All  that  was  lost  is  found. 

4  Congenial  minds,  arrayed  in  light, 

High  thoughts  shall  interchange  ; 
Nor  cease,  with  ever-new  delight, 
On  wings  of  love  to  range. 

5  Their  Father  marks  their  generous  flame, 

And  looks  complacent  down  ; 
The  smile  that  owns  their  filial  claim 
Is  their  immortal  crown. 

827.    P.  If. 

1   When  shall  we  meet  again  ? 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 
Round  us  for  ever  I 

588 


HEAVEN. 

Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes,  — 
Never,  —  no,  never! 

2  Up  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  for  ever : 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 

Never,  —  no,  never ! 

3  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever ; 
Soon  shall  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever  : 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  fears  or  woes  ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never,  —  no,  never ! 

828.     lis.  M. 

1  I  would  not  live  alway ;  I  pk  ,not  to,stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 
I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fetterediby^in, 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  'within. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no, .welcome  jthe  tomb  , 
Since  Jesus  has  lain  there,  T dread  not  its  gloom; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending^ the  skies. 

50  589 


IMMORTALITY. 


3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,kway/from  his/ God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  thatA>lissfi|l  abodar 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  fio\yo'er  the j bright) 

plains,  j         jl  « 

And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns ;  — 

4  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  iij  harmony  ineet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unieasinjgly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the/feast  <>f  the]  souL 

829.    c.  M. 

1  O  hallowed  memories  of  the  past, 
Ye  legends  old  and  fair, 

Still  be  your  light  upon  us  cast, 
Your  music  on  the  air. 

2  For  hearts  the  beautiful  that  feel, 
Whose  pulse  of  love  beats  strong 

The  opening  heavens  new  light  reveal, 
Glory  to  God !   their  song. 

3  And  while  from  out  our  dying  dust 
Light  more  than  life  doth  stream, 

We  bless  the  faith  that  bids  us  trust 
The  heaven  that  we  dream. 


830.    L.  M. 

1  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  ; 
But  there  's  a  nobler  rest  above ; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  earnest  hope  and  strong  desire. 

590 


HEAVEN. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress , 
Nor  sin  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  O  long-expected  day,  begin  ! 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 


831.     8s.  M. 

1  Let  me  not,  thou  King  eternal, 
Enter  hell's  domains  infernal ! 
Where  is  sorrow,  where  is  sadness, 
Where  is  horror,  where  is  madness, 
Where  the  shameless  are  astounded, 
Where  the  guilty  are  confounded, 
Where  the  rack  is  ever  slaying, 
Where  the  worm  is  ever  preying ; 

2  Me  may  Zion  welcome,  saved, 
Tranquil  city,  seat  of  David ; 
God  its  builder,  light  immortal, 
Wood  of  holy  cross  its  portal, 
Peter's  tongue  its  key,  the  nation 
Of  the  blest  its  population, 
Living  rock  the  walls  that  bound  it, 
Christ  the  guard  that  dwells  around  ii . 

591 


IMMORTALITY. 

3  O,  with  what  congratulations 

Throng  thy  gates  the  festive  nations ! 
What  the  warmth  of  their  embracing, 
What  the  gem  thy  walls  enchasing ! 
Through  that  city's  streets  are  wending 
Holy  throngs  their  anthems  blending ; 
There  may  I,  among  the  pious, 
Sing  with  Moses  and  Elias  ! 


592 


XI. 


THE    YEAR. 


50 


593 


THE   YEAR. 


832.    7s.  M. 

1  While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind ;  — 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise ; 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

595 


THE     YEAR 


3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  , 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 

With  eternity  in  view ; 
Bless  thy  word  to  old  and  young  ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
When  our  life's  short  race  is  run, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 


833.     7s.  M. 

1  Bless,  O  Lord,  each  opening  year 
To  the  souls  assembling  here : 
Clothe  thy  word  with  power  divine, 
Make  us  willing  to  be  thine. 


2  Where  thou  hast  thy  work  begun, 
Give  new  strength  the  race  to  run ; 
Scatter  darkness,  doubts,  and  fears, 
Wipe  away  the  mourner's  tears. 

3  Bless  us  all,  both  old  and  young ; 
Call  forth  praise  from  every  tongue : 
Let  our  whole  assembly  prove 

All  thy  power  and  all  thy  love ! 


834.     10,  4,  &  6s.  M. 

1  Another  year  is  swallowed  by  the  sea 
Of  sumless  waves ! 
Another  year,  thou  past  Eternity  ! 
Hath  rolled  o'er  new-made  graves. 

596 


THE    YEAR. 


2  They  open  yet,  —  to  bid  the  living  weep, 

Where  tears  are  vain  ; 
While  they,  unswept  into  the  ruthless  deep, 
Storm-tried  and  sad,  remain. 

3  But  there  are  things  which  time  devoureth  not : 

Thoughts  whose  green  youth 
Flowers  o'er  the  ashes  of  the  unforgot ; 
And  words,  whose  fruit  is  truth. 

4  Are  ye  not  imaged  in  the  eternal  sea, 

Things  of  to-day  ? 
Deeds  which  are  harvest  for  eternity 
Ye  cannot  pass  away. 


597 


XII. 


SUPPLEMENT. 


59Q 


SUPPLEMENT. 


835.    8  &  4s.  M. 

New  and  Old. 

1  O  backward-looking  son  of  time!  — 

The  new  is  old,  the  old  is  new, 
The  cycle  of  a  change  sublime 
Still  sweeping  through. 

2  So  wisely  taught  the  Indian  seer ; 

Destroying  Seva,  forming  Brahm, 
Who  wake,  by  turns,  earth's  love  and  fear, 
Are  one,  —  the  same. 


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3  As  idly  as  in  that  old  day 

Thou  mournest,  did  thy  sires  repine ; 
So,  in  his  time,  thy  child  grown  gray, 
Shall  sigh  for  thine. 

4  Yet  not  the  less  for  them  art  thou : 

The  eternal  step  of  Progress  beats 
To  that  great  anthem,  calm  and  slow, 
Which  God  repeats ! 

51  601 


SUPPLEMENT. 

5  Take  heart! — the  waster  builds  again, — 

A  charmed  life  old  goodness  hath : 
The  tares  may  perish,  —  but  the  grain 
Is  not  for  death. 

6  God  works  in  all  things :  all  obey 

His  first  propulsion  from  the  night : 
Ho,  wake  and  watch !  —  the  world  is  gray 
With  morning  light ! 


836.    P.  M. 

Easter  Hymn. 
ANGELS. 

Christ  hath  arisen! 
Joy  to  our  buried  Head ! 
Whom  the  unmerited, 
Trailing  inherited 

Woes,  did  imprison ! 

WOMEN. 

Costly  devices 

We  had  prepared, 
Shrouds  and  sweet  spices 

Linen  and  nard. 
Woe  the  disaster ! 

Whom  we  here  laid, 
Gone  is  the  Master, 

Empty  his  bed. 

ANGELS. 

Christ  hath  arisen 
Loving  and  glorious, 

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SUPPLEMENT. 

Out  of  laborious 
Conflict  victorious, 

Christ  hath  arisen. 

DISCIPLES- 

Hath  the  inhumated 

Upward  aspiring, 
Hath  he  consummated 

All  his  desiring? 
Is  he  in  being's  bliss 

Near  to  creative  joy  ? 
Wearily  we  in  this 

Earthly  house  sigh: 
Empty  and  hollow,  us 

Left  he  unblest. 
Master !  thy  followers 

Envy  thy  rest. 

ANGELS. 

Christ  hath  arisen 

Out  of  corruption's  womb. 
Burst  every  prison ! 

Vanish  death's  gloom ! 
Active  in  charity, 
Praise  him  in  verity ! 
His  feast  prepare  it  ye ! 
His  message  bear  it  ye  ! 
His  joy  declare  it  ye  ! 

Then  is  the  Master  near, 

Then  is  he  here. 


603 


» 


SUPPLEMENT. 


837.     8,  7,  &  4s.  M. 

Progress. 

1  Everlasting!  changing  never! 

Of  one  strength,  no  more,  no  less : 
Thine  almightiness  for  ever, — 
All  the  same  thy  holiness : 

Thee  eternal, 
Thee  all-glorious  we  possess  ! 

2  But  we  weak  ones,  but  we  sinners, 

Would  not  in  our  poorness  stay ; 
We,  the  low  ones,  would  be  winners 
Of  what  holy  height  we  may, 

Ever  nearer 
To  thy  pure  and  perfect  day. 

3  Shall  things  withered,  fashions  olden, 

Keep  us  from  life's  flowing  spring  ? 
Waits  for  us  the  promise  golden,  — 
Waits  each  new  diviner  thing  ? 

Onward!  onward! 
Why  this  faithless  tarrying  ? 

4  By  the  old  aspirants  glorious, 

By  the  hearts  that  hoped  all, 
By  the  strivers,  half  victorious, 
By  each  soul  heroical, 

By  thy  dearest, 
By  thy  Milton  and  thy  Paul,  — 

5  By  their  holy,  high  achieving, 

By  their  visions  more  divine, 
By  each  gift  of  our  receiving 

604 


SUPPLEMENT. 

From  these  mighty  ones  of  thine, 

By  the  radiance 
That  on  us  from  them  doth  shine,  — 

6  By  each  saving  word  unspoken, 

By  thy  truth,  as  yet  half- won, 
By  each  idol  still  unbroken, 

By  thy  will,  yet  poorly  done,  — 

Hear  us !  hear  us ! 
Our  Almighty,  help  us  on ! 

7  Nearer  to  thee  would  we  venture, 

Of  thy  truth  more  largely  take, 
Upon  life  diviner  enter, 

Into  day  more  glorious  break ; 
To  the  affes 

o 

Fair  bequests  and  costly  make. 

8  Ours  must  be  a  nobler  story 

Than  was  ever  writ  before : 
After-comers  !  dim  our  glory  ; 

Be  your  smiles  and  winnings  more 

Everlasting ! 
Fuller  grace  incessant  pour  ! 


838.    P.  M. 


The  Silent  Land. 

1  Into  the  Silent  Land ! 

Ah  !  who  shall  lead  us  thither  ? 
Clouds  in  the  evening  sky  more  darkly  gather, 
And  shattered  wrecks  lie  thicker  on  the  strand ! 
Who  leads  us  with  a  gentle  hand, 
Whither,  O,  thither, 
Into  the  Silent  Land  ? 
51  *  (it.-) 


SUPPLEMENT. 

2  Into  the  Silent  Land ! 

To  yon,  ye  boundless  regions 

Of  all  perfection !  tender  morning  visions 

Of  beauteous  souls  !  eternity's  own  band . 

Who  in  life's  battle  firm  doth  stand 

Shall  bear  hope's  tender  blossoms 

Into  the  Silent  Land  ! 

3  O  Land !  O  Land ! 

For  all  the  broken-hearted 

The  mildest  herald  by  our  fate  allotted, 

Beckons,  and  with  inverted  torch  doth  stand, 

To  lead  us  with  a  gentle  hand 

Into  the  land  of  the  great  departed, 

Into  the  Silent  Land! 


839.     6  &  5s.  M. 

On  yard. 

1  Life  is  onward,  —  use  it 

With  a  forward  aim  ; 
Toil  is  heavenly,  choose  it 

And  its  welfare  claim. 
Look  not  to  another 

To  perform  your  will, 
Let  not  your  own  brother 

Keep  your  warm  hand  still. 

2  Life  is  onward,-     try  It, 

Ere  the  day  is  lost ; 
It  hath  virtue,  —  buy  it 

At  whatever  cost. 
If  the  world  should  offer 

Every  precious  gem, 
Look  not  at  the  scoffer, 

Change  it  not  for  them. 

606 


SUPPLEMENT. 

3  Life  is  onward,  —  heed  it 

In  each  varied  dress, 
Your  own  act  can  speed  it 

On  to  happiness. 
His  bright  pinion  o'er  you 

Time  waves  not  in  vain, 
If  Hope  chants  before  you 

Her  prophetic  strain. 

4  Life  is  onward, — prize  it 

In  sunshine  and  in  storm  ; 
O,  do  not  despise  it 

In  its  humblest  form. 
Hope  and  Joy  together, 

Standing  at  the  goal, 
Through  life's  darkest  weather, 

Beckon  on  the  soul. 


840.     11  &  10s.  M. 

"  Still  with  Tlice." 

1  Still,   still   with    Thee,    when    purple   morning 

breaketh, 
When  the  bird  waketh,  and  the  shadows  flee ; 
Fairer  than  morning,  lovelier  than  the  daylight, 
Dawns  the  sweet  consciousness,  I  am  with  Thee ' 

2  Alone  with  Thee,  amid  the  mystic  shadows, 

The  solemn  hush  of  nature  newly  born  ; 
Alone  with  Thee  in  breathless  adoration, 
In  the  calm  dew  and  freshness  of  the  morn. 

3  As  in  the  dawning,  o'er  the  waveless  ocean, 

The  image  of  the  morning  star  doth  rest, 

607 


SUPPLEMENT. 

So  in  this  stillness  Thou  beholdest  only 
Thine  image  in  the  waters  of  my  breast. 

4  When  sinks  the  soul,  subdued  by  toil,  to  slumber, 

Its  closing  eye  looks  up  to  Thee  in  prayer, 
Sweet  the  repose  beneath  thy  wings  o'ershading, 
But  sweeter  still,  to  wake  and  find  Thee  there. 

5  So  shall  it  be  at  last,  in  that  bright  morning 

When  the  soul  waketh,  and  life's  shadows  flee  ; 
O,  in  that  hour,  fairer  than  daylight  dawning, 
Shall  rise  the  glorious  thought,  I  am  with  thee  I 


841.     7s.  M. 

At  Sea. 

1  Lord  !  whom  winds  and  seas  obey, 
Guide  us  through  the  watery  way  ; 
In  the  hollow  of  thy  hand 

Hide  and  bring  us  safe  to  land. 

2  Father,  let  our  faithful  mind 
Rest,  on  thee  alone  reclined : 
Every  anxious  thought  repress, 
Keep  our  souls  in  perfect  peace. 

3  Keep  the  friends  whom  now  we  leave  ; 
Bid  them  to  each  other  cleave  ; 

Bid  them  walk  on  life's  rough  sea, 
Bid  them  come  by  faith  to  thee. 

4  Save,  till  all  these  tempests  end, 
All  who  on  thy  love  depend ; 
Waft  our  happy  spirits  o'er, 
Land  us  on  the  heavenly  shore. 

fi08 


SUPPLEMENT. 

842.    ll  &  10s.  M. 

The  Calm  of  the  Soul. 

1  When  winds  are  raging  o'er  the  upper  ocean, 

And  billows  w^ild  contend  with  angry  roar, 
'T  is  said,  far  down  beneath  the  wild  commotion 
That  peaceful  stillness  reigneth,  evermore. 

2  Far,  far  beneath,  the  noise  of  tempests  dieth, 

And  silver  waves  chime  ever  peacefully, 

And  no  rude  storm,  how  fierce  so  e'er  it  flieth, 

Disturbs  the  Sabbath  of  that  deeper  sea. 
• 

3  So  to  the  heart  that  knows  thy  love,  O  Purest ! 

There  is  a  temple,  sacred  evermore, 
And  all  the  babble  of  life's  angry  voices 

Dies  in  hushed  stillness,  at  its  peaceful  door. 

4  Far,  far  away,  the  roar  of  passion  dieth, 

And  loving  thoughts  rise  calm  and  peacefully, 
And  no  rude  storm,  how  fierce  so  e'er  it  flieth, 
Disturbs  the  soul  that  dwells,  O  Lord,  in  thee. 

5  O  rest  of  rests !  O  peace,  serene,  eternal ! 

Thou  ever  livest,  and  thou  changest  never ; 
And  in  the  secret  of  thy  presence  dwelleth 
Fulness  of  joy,  for  ever  and  for  ever. 

843.     10  &  9s.  M. 

"  Domine  ne  in  Furore" 

1  From  profoundest  depths  of  tribulation, 
Lord  !  I  lift  my  earnest  cry  to  thee ! 
O,  rebuke  me  not  in  indignation, 

Nor  in  thy  displeasure  chasten  me.  , 

600 


SUPPLEMENT. 

2  With  my  groaning  I  am  very  weary  ; 

All  the  night  I  wet  my  couch  with  tears ; 
All  the  day  my  plaintive  miserere 
Bears  to  thee  the  burden  of  my  fears. 

3  O'er  my  soul  have  rolled  the  floods  of  anguish ; 

Every  light  has  faded  from  my  sky ; 
And  in  darkness  I  am  left  to  languish, 
Till  thou  send  me  succor  from  on  high. 

4  From  my  weary  foot  hath  passed  the  lightness 

Of  the  bounding  step  of  earlier  years, 
And  mine  eye  hath  lost  its  youthful  brightness, 
Dimmed  by  sorrow  and  continual  tears, 

5  Sick  and  helpless,  and  of  hope  divested, 

In  my  weakness  and  my  sore  distress 
Be  thy  healing  mercy  manifested, 

And  with  peace  my  troubled  spirit  bless. 

6  Wherefore  should  I  die  ?  since  with  the  living 

Only  dwell  remembrances  of  thee ; 
From  the  grave  ascendeth  no  thanksgiving, 
Psalm,  or  laud,  or  benedicite  ! 


844.     10  &  9s.  M. 

"  In  Te,  Domine,  confido." 

1  Not  in  vain  I  poured  my  supplication, 

Voiced  in  anguish  that  was  nigh  despair ; 
God  —  henceforth  the  Rock  of  my  salvation  — 
Hears  in  pity  and  receives  my  prayer. 

2  On  his  name  from  midst  the  darkness  calling, 

He  my  soul  hath  ransomed  from  its  fears ; 

610 


SUPPLEMENT. 

By  his  strength  my  feet  are  saved  from  falling, 
And  his  love  hath  dried  my  flowing  tears. 

3  Therefore  come  I  to  his  altars,  bringing 

Hymns  and  vows  my  gratitude  would  pay ; 
Hallelujahs  and  the  voice  of  singing 
Best  interpret  all  this  heart  would  say. 

m 

4  Henceforth,  with  a  spirit  meek  and  lowly, 

"With  a  faith  that  nothing  can  appall, 
Hopes  serene  and  purpose  high  and  holy, 
I  will  meet  whatever  may  befall. 

5  If  around  me  clouds  and  darkness  gather, 

Lo  the  brighter  day  that  dawns  beyond ! 

Through  the  gloom  the  Everlasting  Father 

Sends  a  voice  that  bids  me  not  despond. 

6  By  his  mercy,  which  hath  never  failed  me, 

Over  hate  and  falsehood's  brood  abhorred, 
Over  all  the  foes  that  have  assailed  me, 
I  shall  triumph  greatly  through  the  Lord! 

845.     8  &  7s.  M. 

Liberty  of  Prophesying. 

1  All  conviction  should  be  valiant,  — 

Tell  thy  truth,  if  truth  it  be ; 
Never  seek  to  stem  its  current,  — 

Thoughts,  like  rivers,  find  the  sea ; 
It  will  fit  the  widening  circle 

Of  eternal  verity. 

2  Where  would  be  all  great  inventions, 

Each  from  by-gone  fancies  born, 

611 


SUPPLEMENT. 


Issued  first  in  doubt  and  darknes-. 

Launched  'mid  apathy  or  scorn  ? 
How  could  noontide  ever  light  us, 

But  for  dawning  of  the  morn  ? 


'O 


3  Where  would  be  our  free  opinion, 

Where  the  right  to  speak  at  all, 
If  our  sires,  like  thee,  mistrustful, 

Had  been  deaf  to  duty's  call, 
And  concealed  the  thoughts  within  them, 

Lying  down  for  fear  to  fall  ? 

4  Should  an  honest  thought,  outspoken, 

Lead  thee  into  chains  or  death,  — 
What  is  life,  compared  with  virtue  ? 

Shalt  thou  not  survive  thy  breath  ? 
Hark !  the  future  age  invites  thee ! 

Listen,  trembler !  what  it  saith ! 

5  It  demands  thy  thought  in  justice, 

Debt,  not  tribute,  of  the  free ; 
Have  not  ages  long  departed 

Groaned  and  toiled  and  bled  for  thee  ? 
If  the  Past  have  lent  thee  wisdom, 

Pay  it  to  Futurity. 


846.     11  &  10s.  M. 

Ministering  Spirits. 

1   Why  come  not  spirits  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
To  visit  earth  as  in  the  days  of  old, 
The  times  of  sacred  writ  and  ancient  story  ? 
Is  heaven  more  distant?  or  has  earth  grown  cold? 

612 


SUPPLEMENT. 

2  To  Bethlehem's  air  was  their  last  anthem  given, 

When  other  stars  before  The  One  grew  dim  ? 
Was  their  last  presence  known  in  Peter's  prison, 
Or  where  exulting  martyrs  raised  their  hymn? 

3  And  are  they  all  within  the  veil  departed  ? 

There  gleams  no  wing  along  the  empyrean  now ; 
And  many  a  tear  from  human  eyes  has  started, 
Since  angel  touch  has  calmed  a  mortal  brow. 

4  No :   earth   has   angels,   though   their  forms    are 

moulded 
But  of  such  clay  as  fashions  all  below ; 
Though   harps    are  wanting  and  bright   pinions 

folded, 
We  know  them  by  the  love-light  on  their  brow. 

5  I  have  seen  angels  by  the  sick  one's  pillow ; 

Theirs  was  the  soft  tone  and  the  soundless  tread ; 
Where   smitten    hearts    were   drooping   like   the 
willow, 
They   stood    "  between   the  weeping   and   the 
dead." 

6  And  if  my  sight,  by  earthly  dimness  hindered, 

Beheld  no  hovering  cherubim  in  air, 
I  doubted  not,  for  spirits  know  their  kindred, 
They  smiled  upon  the  wingless  watchers  there. 

7  There  have  been  angels  in  the  gloomy  prison, 

In  crowded  halls,  by  the  lone  widow's  hearth  : 
And  where  they  passed,  the  fallen  have  uprisen, 
The   gictdy   paused,   the   mourner's   hope   had 

birth. 

.V2  G13 


SUPPLEMENT. 

8  O,  many  a  spirit  walks  the  world  unheeded. 
That,  when  its  veil  of  sadness  is  laid  down, 
Shall  soar  aloft  with  pinions  unimpeded, 
And  wear  its  glory  like  a  starry  crown. 

847.     10  &  9s.  M. 

"  Why  thus  longing  ?  " 

1  Why  thus  longing,  thus  for  ever  sighing, 

For  the  far-off,  the  unattained  and  dim ; 
While  the  beautiful,  all  round  thee  lying, 
Offers  up  its  low,  perpetual  hymn  ? 

2  Wouldst  thou  listen  to  its  gentle  teaching, 

All  thy  restless  yearnings  it  would  still ; 
Leaf  and  flower  and  laden  bee  are  preaching, 
Thine  own  sphere,  though  humble,  first  to  fill. 

3  Poor  indeed  thou  must  be,  if  around  thee 

Thou  no  ray  of  light  and  joy  canst  throw  ; 
If  no  silken  cord  of  love  hath  bound  thee 

To  some  little  world  through  weal  and  woe ; — 

4  If  no  dear  eyes  thy  fond  love  can  brighten, 

No  fond  voices  answer  to  thine  own ; 
If  no  brother's  sorrow  thou  canst  lighten, 
By  daily  sympathy  and  gentle  tone. 

5  Not  by  deeds  that  win  the  crowd's  applauses, 

Not  by  works  that  give  thee  world-renown, 
Not  by  martyrdom,  or  vaunted  crosses, 

Canst  thou  win  and  wear  the  immortal  crown. 

6  Daily  struggling,  though  unloved  and  lonely, 

Every  day  a  rich  reward  will  give ; 

614 


SUPPLEMENT. 

Thou  wilt  find,  by  hearty  striving  only, 
And  truly  loving,  thou  canst  truly  live. 

7  Dost  thou  revel  in  the  rosy  morning, 

When  all  nature  hails  the  lord  of  light, 
And  his  smile,  the  mountain-tops  adorning, 
Robes  yon  fragrant  fields  in  radiance  bright  ? 

8  Other  hands  may  grasp  the  field  and  forest, 

Proud  proprietors  in  pomp  may  shine  ; 
But  with  fervent  love  if  thou  adorest, 

Thou  art  wealthier,  —  all  the  world  is  thine ! 

9  Yet  if  through  earth's  wide  domains  thou  rovest, 

Sighing  that  they  are  not  thine  alone, 
Not  those  fair  fields,  but  thyself,  thou  lovest, 
And  their  beauty  and  thy  worth  are  gone. 

10  Nature  wears  the  colors  of  the  spirit ; 
Sweetly  to  her  worshipper  she  sings  ; 
All  the  glow,  the  grace  she  doth  inherit, 
Round  her  trusting  child  she  fondly  flings. 

848.    L.  M. 

Voyage  of  Life. 

1  How  often,  as  we  beat  along, 

With  wind  ahead  and  blowing  strong, 

We  hear  our  watchful  captain  cry, 

"  Near !  nothing  off!  and  full  and  by  !  " 

2  So  when  in  life  our  steps  begin 
To  tread  the  devious  paths  of  sin, 
May  conscience  wake  our  timely  fear, 
Uttering  her  warning  cry  of  "  Near!  " 

C15 


SUPPLEMENT. 

3  And  when  from  truth's  unerring  line 
Our  coward  lips  would  dare  decline, 
Then  may  we  heed,  though  fools  should  scoff, 
Her  stern  injunction,  "  Nothing  off'" 

4  Virtue  and  vice  to  win  us  try ; 
Be  then  our  watchword,  "  Full  and  by  !  " 
Safe  course  through  this  world  to  another, 
Is  "  full "  of  one  and  "  by  "  the  other. 

849.    P.M. 

"  Miserere,  Domine !  " 

1  Dark  the  faith  of  days  of  yore, 
And  at  evening  evermore 
Did  the  chanters,  sad  and  saintly, 
Yellow  tapers  burning  faintly, 
Doleful  masses  chant  to  thee, 

"  Miserere,  Domine ! " 

2  Bright  the  faith  of  coming  days, 
And  when  dawn  the  kindling  rays 
Of  heaven's  golden  lamp  ascending, 
Happy  hearts  and  voices  blending 
Joyful  anthems  chant  to  thee, 

"  Te  laudamus,  Domine  ! " 

3  Night's  sad  cadence  dies  away 
On  the  yellow  moonlit  sea ; 
The  boatmen  rest  their  oars,  and  say, 

"  Miserere,  Domine !  " 

4  Morn's  glad  chorus  swells  alway 
On  the  azure,  sunlit  sea ; 

The  boatmen  ply  their  oars,  and  say, 
"  Te  laudamus,  Domine  !  " 

816 


SUPPLEMENT. 

850.    P.  M. 

Action  for  the  Future. 

1  Men  of  thought !  be  up,  and  stirring 

Night  and  day : 
Sow  the  seed,  withdraw  the  curtain, 

Clear  the  way ! 
Men  of  action,  aid  and  cheer  them, 

As  ye  may ! 
There 's  a  fount  about  to  stream 
There  's  a  light  about  to  beam, 
There  's  a  warmth  about  to  glow, 
There  's  a  flower  about  to  blow  ; 
There  Js  a  midnight  blackness  changing 

Into  gray. 
Men  of  thought  and  men  of  action, 

Clear  the  way ! 

2  Once  the  welcome  light  has  broken, 

Who  shall  say 
What  the  unimagined  glories 

Of  the  day  ? 
What  the  evil  that  shall  perish 

In  its  ray  ? 
Aid  the  dawning,  tongue  and  pen  ; 
Aid  it,  hopes  of  honest  men  ; 
Aid  it,  paper,  —  aid  it,  type,  — 
Aid  it,  for  the  hour  is  ripe, 
And  our  earnest  must  not  slacken 

Into  play. 
Men  of  thought  and  men  of  action, 

Clear  the  way ! 

3  Lo !  a  cloud  's  about  to  vanish 

From  the  day ; 

52*  617 


SUPPLEMENT. 


And  a  brazen  wrong  to  crumble 

Into  clay ; 
Lo  !  the  right 's  about  to  conquer : 

Clear  the  way ! 
With  the  right  shall  many  more 
Enter  smiling  at  the  door  ; 
With  the  giant  wrong  shall  fall 
Many  others,  great  and  small, 
That  for  ages  long  have  held  us 

For  their  prey. 
Men  of  thought  and  men  of  action, 

Clear  the  way ! 


851.     L.  M. 

Tlie  Alpine  Shepherd. 

1  When  on  my  ear  your  loss  was  knelled, 

And  tender  sympathy  upburst, 
A  little  spring  from  memory  welled, 

Which  once  had  quenched  my  bitter  thirst ; 

2  And  I  was  fain  to  bear  to  you 

A  portion  of  its  mild  relief, 
That  it  might  be  as  cooling  dew 
To  steal  some  fever  from  your  grief. 

3  After  our  child's  untroubled  breath 

Up  to  the  Father  took  its  way, 
And  on  our  home  the  shade  of  death 
Like  a  long  twilight  haunting  lay, 

4  And  friends  came  round  with  us  to  weep 

The  little  spirit's  swift  remove, 
This  story  of  the  Alpine  sheep 
Was  told  to  us  by  one  we  love. 

fiJ8 


SUPPLEMENT. 

5  They,  in  the  valley's  sheltering  care, 

Soon  crop  the  meadow's  tender  prime, 
And  when  the  sod  grows  brown  and  bare, 
The  shepherd  strives  to  make  them  climb 

6  To  any  shelves  of  pasture  green 

That  hang  along  the  mountain-side, 
Where  grass  and  flowers  together  lean, 

And  down  through  mists  the  sunbeams  glide 

7  But  naught  can  lure  the  timid  thing 

The  steep  and  rugged  path  to  try,  — 

Though  sweet  the  shepherd  call  and  sing, 

And  seared  below  the  pastures  lie,  — 

8  Till  in  his  arms  their  lambs  he  takes, 

Along  the  dizzy  verge  to  go, 
When,  needless  of  the  rifts  and  breaks, 
They  follow  on  o'er  rock  and  snow. 

9  And  in  those  pastures  lifted  fair, 

More  dewy  soft  than  lowland  mead, 
The  shepherd  drops  his  tender  care, 
And  sheep  and  lambs  together  feed. 

10  This  parable,  by  nature  breathed, 

Blew  on  me  as  the  south  wind  free 
O'er  frozen  brooks  that  float  unsheathed 
From  icy  thraldom  to  the  sea. 

11  A  blissful  vision  through  the  night 

Would  all  my  happy  senses  sway, 
Of  the  good  shepherd  on  the  height, 
Or  climbing  up  the  starry  way, 

619 


SUPPLEMENT. 


12  Holding  our  little  lamb  asleep  ;  — 
And  like  the  burden  of  the  sea 
Sounded  that  voice  along  the  deep, 
Saying,  "  Arise,  and  follow  me  !  " 


852.    P.  M. 

Luther's  Psalm. 

1  A  mighty  fortress  is  our  God, 

A  bulwark  never  failing  ; 
Our  helper  he  amid  the  flood 

Of  mortal  ills  prevailing. 
For  still  our  ancient  foe 
Doth  seek  to  work  us  woe, 
His  craft  and  power  are  great, 
And,  armed  with  cruel  hate, 

On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 

2  Did  we  in  our  own  strength  confide, 

Our  striving  would  be  losing,  — 
Were  not  the  right  man  on  our  side, 

The  man  of  God's  own  choosing. 
Dost  ask  who  that  may  be  ? 
Christ  Jesus,  it  is  he, 
Lord  Sabaoth  his  name, 
From  age  to  age  the  same, 

And  he  must  win  the  battle. 

3  And  though  this  world,  with  devils  filled, 

Should  threaten  to  undo  us, 
We  will  not  fear,  for  God  hath  willed 

His  truth  to  triumph  through  us. 
The  Prince  of  Darkness  grim,  — 
We  tremble  not  for  him, 

620 


SUPPLEMENT. 


His  rage  we  can  endure, 
For  lo  !  his  doom  is  sure, 

One  little  word  shall  fell  him. 

4  That  word  above  all  earthly  powers  — 
No  thanks  to  them  —  abideth, 

The  spirit  and  the  gifts  are  ours 
Through  Him  who  with  us  sideth. 

Let  goods  and  kindred  go, 

This  mortal  life  also  ; 

The  body  they  may  kill, 

God's  truth  abideth  still, 
His  kingdom  is  for  ever. 


853.     5  &  4s.  M. 

True  Rest. 

1  Sweet  is  the  pleasure 

Itself  cannot  spoil ! 
Is  not  true  leisure 
One  with  true  toil  ? 

2  Thou  that  wouldst  taste  it, 

Still  do  thy  best ; 
Use  it,  not  waste  it, 
Else  't  is  no  rest. 

3  Wouldst  behold  beauty 

Near  thee  ?  all  round  ? 
Only  hath  duty 
Such  a  sight  found. 

4  Rest  is  not  quitting 

The  busy  career ; 

C21 


SUPPLEMENT. 

Rest  is  the  fitting 
Of  self  to  its  sphere. 

5  'T  is  the  brook's  motion, 

Clear  without  strife, 
Fleeing  to  ocean 
After  its  life. 

6  Deeper  devotion 

Nowhere  hath  knelt ; 
Fuller  emotion 
Heart  never  felt. 

7  'T  is  loving  and  serving 

The  Highest  and  Best ! 
1 T  is  onwards !  unswerving, 
And  that  is  true  rest. 


854.     6  &  5s.  M. 

The  Choice. 


1  The  future  hides  in  it 
Good  hap  and  sorrow  ; 
We  press  still  thorow, 
Naught  that  abides  in  it 
Daunting  us,  —  onward. 

2  And  solemn  before  us 
Veiled,  the  dark  portal, 
Goal  of  all  mortal ; 
Stars  silent  rest  o'er  us, 
Graves  under  us  sileni. 

022 


SUPPLEMENT. 

3  But  heard  are  the  voices, 
Voices  of  sage?, 
The  worlds  and  the  ages ; 
Choose  well,  your  choice  is 
Brief  and  yet  endless. 

855.     6  &  4s.  M. 

Pilgrim  Ode. 

Sons  of  renowned  sires, 
Join  in  harmonious  choirs, 

Swell  your  loud  songs ; 
Daughters  of  peerless  dames, 
Come  with  your  mild  acclaims, 
Let  their  revered  names 

Dwell  on  your  tongues. 

From  frowning  Albion's  seat, 
See  the  famed  band  retreat, 

On  ocean  tost ; 
Blue  tumbling  billows  roar, 
By  keel  scarce  ploughed  before, 
And  bear  them  to  this  shore, 

Fettered  with  frost. 


3  Not  winter's  sullen  face. 
Not  the  fierce  tawny  race 

In  arms  arrayed ; 
Not  hunger  shook  their  faith, 
Not  sickness'  baleful  breath, 
Nor  Carver's  early  death 

Their  souls  dismayed. 

4  Watered  by  heavenly  dew, 
The  germ  of  empire  grew, 

Freedom  its  root : 

693 


2 


SUPPLEMENT. 

From  the  cold  northern  pine, 
Far  toward  the  burning  line, 
Spreads  the  luxuriant  vine, 
Bending  with  fruit. 

5  Columbia,  child  of  heaven, 
The  best  of  blessings  given 

Rest  on  thy  head ; 
Beneath  thy  peaceful  skies, 
While  prosperous  tides  arise, 
Here  turn  thy  grateful  eyes,  — 

Revere  the  dead. 

6  Here  trace  the  moss-grown  stones, 
Where  rest  their  mouldering  bones, 

Again  to  rise ; 
And  let  thy  sons  be  led 
To  emulate  the  dead, 
While  o'er  their  tombs  they  tread 

With  moistened  eyes. 

7  Sons  of  renowned  sires, 
Join  in  harmonious  choirs, 

Swell  your  loud  songs  ; 
Daughters  of  peerless  dames, 
Come  with  your  mild  acclaims, 
Let  their  revered  names 

Dwell  on  your  tongues. 


856.    10s.  M. 

City  of  God. 

I  My  feet  are  worn  and  weary  with  the  march 

Over  the  rough  road  and  up  the  steep  hill-side  ■ 

694 


SUPPLEMENT. 

O  city  of  our  God !   I  fain  would  see 

Thy  pastures  green,  where  peaceful  waters  glide. 

2  My  hands  are  weary,  toiling  on, 

Day  after  day,  for  perishable  meat ; 
O  city  of  our  God !  I  fain  would  rest,  — 
I  sigh  to  gain  thy  glorious  mercy-seat. 

3  My  garments,  travel-worn  and  stained  with  dust, 

Oft  rent  by  briers  and  thorns  that  crowd  my  way, 
Would  fain  be  made,  O  Lord,  my  righteousness ! 
Spotless  and  white  in  heaven's  unclouded  ray. 

4  My  eyes  are  weary  looking  at  the  sin, 

Impiety,  and  scorn  upon  the  earth ; 
O  city  of  our  God !  within  thy  walls 

All  —  all  are  clothed  again  with  thy  new  birth. 

5  My  heart  is  weary  of  its  own  deep  sin,  — 

Sinning,  repenting,  sinning  still  again  ; 
When  shall  my  soul  thy  glorious  presence  feel, 
And  find,  dear  Saviour,  it  is  free  from  stain  ? 

6  Patience,  poor  soul !  the  Saviour's  feet  were  worn  ; 

The  Saviour's  heart  and  hands  were  weary  too  ; 
His  garments  stained,  and  travel-worn,  and  old ; 
His  vision  blinded  with  a  pitying  dew. 

7  Love  thou  the  path  of  sorrow  that  he  trod ; 

Toil  on,  and  wait  in  patience  for  thy  rest ; 
O  city  of  our  God !  we  soon  shall  see 

Thy  glorious  walls,  —  Home  of  the  loved  and 
blest. 

53  625 


SUPPLEMENT. 

857.     8&7s.  M. 

The  Father's  Hand. 

1  When  my  life-bark,  richly  freighted, 

In  the  light  of  morning  lay, 
Came  my  Father's  hand  so  gently, 
And  its  treasures  bore  away. 

2  Beggared  by  the  sore  affliction, 

Eagerly  my  heart  pursued, 
As,  'mid  clouds  his  face  concealing, 
The  receding  hand  I  Viewed. 

3  Wings  of  faith  its  flight  supporting, 

Lo !  it  cleaves  the  upper  sky ; 
There  my  heart  its  treasure  greeting, 
Both  within  his  hand  shall  lie. 

858.     10s.  M. 

The  Future  Life. 

1  How  shall  I  know  thee  in  the  sphere  which  keeps 

The  disembodied  spirits  of  the  dead, 
When  all  of  thee  that  time  could  wither  sleeps, 
And  perishes  among  the  dust  we  tread  ? 

2  For  I  shall  feel  the  sting  of  ceaseless  pain, 

If  there  I  meet  thy  gentle  presence  not ; 
Nor  hear  the  voice  I  love,  nor  read  again 
In  thy  serenest  eyes  the  tender  thought. 

3  Will  not  thy  own  meek  heart  demand  me  there, — 

That  heart  whose  fondest  throbs  to  me  were 
? 


given 


6-r> 


SUPPLEMENT. 

My  name  on  earth  was  ever  in  thy  prayer, 

Shall  it  be  banished  from  thy  tongue  in  heaven  ? 

4  In   meadows   fanned   by  heaven's    life-breathing 

wind, 
In  the  resplendence  of  that  glorious  sphere, 
And  larger  movements  of  the  unfettered  mind, 
"Wilt  thou  forget  the  love  that  joined  us  here? 

5  The  love  that  lived  through  all  the  stormy  past, 

And  meekly  with  my  harsher  nature  bore, 
And  deeper  grew,  and  tenderer,  to  the  last, 
Shall  it  expire  with  life,  and  be  no  more  ? 

6  A  happier  lot  than  mine,  and  larger  light, 

Awaits  thee  there ;  for  thou  hast  bowed  thy  will 
In  cheerful  homage  to  the  rule  of  right, 
And  lovest  all,  and  renderest  good  for  ill. 

7  For  me,  the  sordid  cares  in  which  I  dwell 

Shrink  and  consume  the  heart,  as  heat  the  scroll ; 
And  wrath  hath  left  its  scar  —  that  fire  of  hell 
Has  left  its  frightful  scar  upon  my  soul. 

8  Yet  though  thou  wear'st  the  glory  of  the  sky, 

Wilt  thou  not  keep  the  same  beloved  name,  — 
The  same  fair,  thoughtful  brow,  and  gentle  eye, 
Lovelier  in  heaven's  sweet  climate,  yet  the  same  ? 

9  Shalt  thou  not  teach  me,  in  that  calmer  home, 

The  wisdom  that  I  learned  so  ill  in  this,  — 
The  wisdom  which  is  love,  —  till  I  become 
Thy  fit  companion  in  that  land  of  bliss? 


C-27 


SUPPLEMENT. 

859.  L.  M. 

Creation. 

1  The  Spirit  moved  upon  the  waves 

That  darkly  rolled,  a  shoreless  sea : 
He  spake  the  word,  and  light  broke  forth, 
A  glorious,  bright  immensity. 

2  At  his  command,  the  mountains  heaved 

Their  rocky  pinnacles  on  high, 
Island  and  continent  displayed 
Their  desert  grandeur  to  the  sky. 

3  The  voice  of  God  was  heard  again, 

And  lovely  flowers  and  graceful  trees 
Appeared  on  every  vale  and  plain, 
And  perfumes  floated  on  the  breeze. 

4  The  word  went  forth,  and  vast  and  high 

The  heavenly  orbs  gave  out  their  light, 
O'er  all  the  earth  and  sea  and  sky, 
The  rulers  of  the  day  and  night. 

5  Glory  to  God!  the  angels  sang, 

With  harps  of  gold,  and  tongues  of  flame 
And  all  the  heavenly  arches  rang 
Reechoing  with  the  awful  theme. 

860.  P.M. 

Hear  our  Prayer. 

1  Hear  !  Father,  hear  our  prayer ! 
Thou  who  art  Pity  where  sorrow  prevaileth, 
Thou  who  art  Safety  when  mortal  help  faileth, 
Strength  to  the  feeble,  and  Hope  to  despair, 
Hear !  Father,  hear  our  prayer ! 

628 


SUFrLr.MKNT. 


2  Hear !  Father,  hear  our  prayer ! 
Wandering  unknown  in  the  land  of  the  stranger, 
Be  with  all  travellers  in  sickness  or  danger, 

Guard  thou  their  path,  guide  their  feet  from  the  snare : 
Hear !  Father,  hear  our  prayer ! 

3  Hear !  Father,  hear  our  prayer ! 

Still  thou  the  tempest,  night's  terrors  revealing, 
In  lightning  flashing,  in  thy  thunder  pealing ; 
Save  thou  the  shipwrecked,  the  voyager  spare : 
Hear !  Father,  hear  our  prayer ! 

4  Hear  thou  the  poor  that  cry  ! 

Feed  thou  the  hungry,  and  lighten  their  sorrow, 
Grant  them  the  sunshine  of  hope  for  the  morrow  ; 
They  are  thy  children,  their  trust  is  on  high : 
Hear  thou  the  poor  that  cry ! 

5  Dry  thou  the  mourner's  tear ! 

Heal  thou  the  wounds  of  time-hallowed  affection, 
Grant  to  the  widow  and  orphan  protection, 
Be  in  their  trouble  a  friend  ever  near : 
Dry  thou  the  mourner's  tear ! 

6  Hear !  Father,  hear  our  prayer ! 

Long  hath  thy  goodness  our  footsteps  attended  ; 
Be  with  the  pilgrim  whose  journey  is  ended  ; 
When,  at  thy  summons,  for  death  we  prepare, 
Hear!  Father,  hear  our  prayer! 


861.     8  &  7s.  M. 

Charily. 

1  Meek  and  lowly,  pure  and  holy, 
Chief  among  the  blessed  three, 
w  *  can 


SUPPLEMENT. 


Turning  sadness  into  gladness, 
Heaven-born  art  thou,  Charity ! 

Pity  dwelleth  in  thy  bosom, 

Kindness  reigneth  o'er  thy  heart, 

Gentle  thoughts  alone  can  sway  thee, 
Judgment  hath  in  thee  no  part. 

Meek  and  lowly,  &c. 

2  Hoping  ever,  failing  never, 

Though  deceived,  believing  still ; 
Long  abiding,  all  confiding 

To  thy  Heavenly  Father's  will ; 
Never  weary  of  well-doing, 

Never  fearful  of  the  end ; 
Claiming  all  mankind  as  brothers, 

Thou  dost  all  alike  befriend. 
Meek  and  lowly,  &c. 


862.    c.  m. 

Call  to  Action. 

1  Away,  ye  ceaseless  doubts  and  fears, 

That  weaken  and  enthrall ; 
Wipe  off,  my  soul,  thy  faithless  tears, 
And  rise  at  wisdom's  call. 

2  Awake,  my  soul,  to  duty  wake ; 

Go  pay  the  debt  thou  ow'st ; 
Go  forward,  —  and  the  night  shall  break 
Around  thee  as  thou  go'st 

3  Swift  fly  the  hours,  and  brief  the  time 

For  action  or  repose  ; 
Fast  flits  this  scene  of  woe  and  crime, 
And  soon  the  whole  shall  close. 

630 


SUPPLEMENT. 


4  The  evening  shadows  deeper  fall, 
The  daylight  dies  away ; 
Wake,  slumberer,  at  the  Master's  call, 
And  work  while  it  is  day ! 


863.     8  &  7s.  M. 

Be  thou  ready. 

1  Be  thou  ready,  fellow-mortal, 

In  thy  pilgrimage  of  life, 
Ever  ready  to  uphold  thee 

In  the  toil  and  in  the  strife. 
Let  no  hope,  however  pleasant, 

Lure  thy  footsteps  from  the  right ; 
Nor  the  sunshine  leave  thee  straying 

In  the  sudden  gloom  of  night. 

2  Be  thou  ready  when  thy  brother 

Bows  in  dark  affliction's  shade ; 
Be  thou  ready  when  thy  sister 

Needs  thy  kindness  and  thy  aid ; 
Let  thine  arm  sustain  and  cheer  them,  — 

They  have  claims  upon  us  all,  — 
And  thy  deeds  like  morning  sunlight 

On  their  weary  hearts  shall  fall. 

3  Be  thou  ready  when  the  erring 

List  to  sin's  enchanting  strain, 
Ready  with  kind  words  to  woo  them 

Back  to  virtue's  path  again. 
Be  thou  ready,  in  thy  meekness, 

To  do  good  to  friend  and  foe, 
As  thy  Father  sheddeth  freely 

Light  on  all  that  dwell  below. 

631 


SUPPLEMENT. 


4  Be  thou  ready  for  the  morrow, 

When  delight  shall  please  no  more ; 
When  the  rose  and  lily  fadeth, 

And  the  charm  of  song  is  o'er. 
When  the  voices  of  thy  kindred 

Faintly  move  thy  dying  car, 
IJe  thou  ready  for  thy  journey 

To  some  higher,  brighter  sphere. 


864.    c.  M. 

Death  and  Judgment. 

1  The  day  approacheth,  O  my  soul, 

The  great,  decisive  day, 
Which  from  the  verge  of  mortal  life 
Shall  bear  thee  far  away. 

2  Another  day,  more  awful,  dawns ; 

And,  lo !  the  Judge  appears ; 

Ye  heavens,  retire  before  his  face, 

And  sink,  ye  darkened  stars. 

3  Yet  does  one  short,  preparing  hour, 

One  precious  hour,  remain ; 
Rouse  thee,  my  soul,  with  all  thy  power, 
Nor  let  it  pass  in  vain. 

4  For  this,  thy  temple,  Lord,  we  throng ; 

For  this,  thy  board  surround ; 

Here  may  our  service  be  approved, 

And  in  thy  presence  crowned. 


639 


SUPPLEMENT. 


865.    P.  M. 

"  The  Lord  gave  the  Word." 

1  "  The  Lord  gave  the  word,"  'twas  the  word  of  his 

truth, 
And  the  word  of  salvation  for  all  men  to  be : 
Then  forth  went  its  preachers,  the  aged,  the  youth, 
And  "  great  was  the  company." 

2  "  The  Lord  gave  the  word,"  —  it  was  not  as  of  old, 
When  the  ark  of  his  strength  to  the  temple  was 

bro'ught, 
With  the  clanging  of  steel,  and  the  gleaming  of  gold, 
And  spoils  of  a  battle  fought. 

3  But  the  Gospel  of  faith  in  the  spirit  of  love 

Is  the  true  "  King  of  Glory "  the  Church  has  en- 
shrined ; 
And  "  the  chariots  of  God  "  are  the  "  thousands  " 
that  move 
As  "  angels  "  to  bless  mankind. 

4  O  Lord !  give  this  word  its  triumphant  success ; 
Be  its  mercy  and  peace  on  thy  worshippers  here ; 
And  clothe  all  thy  saints  with  its  righteousness, 

With  its  earnest  joy  and  fear. 

866.     7s.  M. 

TJie  Last  Judgment. 

1  In  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars, 

Signs  and  wonders  there  shall  be  ; 
Earth  shall  quake  with  inward  wars, 
Nations  witn  perplexity. 

G33 


SUPPLEMENT. 

2  Soon  shall  ocean's  hoary  deep, 

Tost  with  stronger  tempests,  rise ; 
Darker  storms  the  mountain  sweep, 
Redder  lightning  rend  the  skies. 

3  Evil  thoughts  shall  shake  the  proud, 

Racking  doubt,  and  restless  fear  ; 
And  amid  the  thunder-cloud 
Shall  the  Judge  of  men  appear. 

4  But  though  from  that  awful  face 

Heaven  shall  fade,  and  earth  shall  fly, 
Fear  not  ye,  his  chosen  race,  — 
Your  redemption  draweth  nigh. 

867.    c.  M. 

TJie  Judge  of  Nations. 

1  God,  to  correct  a  guilty  world, 

In  wrath  is  slow  to  rise, 
But  comes  at  length  in  thunder  clothed, 
And  darkness  veils  the  sides. 

2  Dark  and  mysterious  is  the  course 

Of  his  tremendous  way ; 
His  path  is  in  the  trackless  winds, 
And  in  the  foaming  sea. 

3  Yet,  though  enveloped  in  the  cloud, 

And  from  our  view  concealed, 
The  righteous  Judge  will  soon  appear, 
In  majesty  revealed. 

4  Then  will  he  curb  the  lawless  power, 

The  deadfy  wrath,  of  man, 
And  all  the  windings  will  unfold 
Of  his  own  gracious  plan. 

r-34 


SUPPLEMENT. 

868.  P.M. 

Prayer  for  all  Men. 

1  God  of  the  mountain,  God  of  the  storm, 
God  of  the  flowers,  God  of  the  worm ! 

Hear  us,  and  bless  us, 

Forgive  us,  redress  us ; 
Breathe  on  our  spirits  thy  love  and  thy  healing; 
Teach  us  content  with  thy  fatherly  dealing ; 

Teach  us  to  love  thee, 
To  love  one  another,  brother  his  brother, 

And  make  us  all  free,  — 
Free  from  the  shackles  of  ancient  tradition  ; 
And  show  us  't  is  manly,  't  is  God-like,  to  labor ! 

2  God  of  the  darkness,  God  of  the  sun, 
God  of  the  beautiful,  God  of  each  one,  — 

Clothe  us  and  feed  us, 

Illume  us  and  lead  us  ; 
Show  us  that  avarice  holds  us  in  thrall,  — 
That  the  land  is  all  thine,  and  thou  givest  to  all. 

Scatter  our  blindness, 
Help  us  do  right  all  the  day  and  the  night,  — 

To  love  mercy  and  kindness  ; 
Aid  us  to  conquer  mistakes  of  the  past ; 
Show  us  our  future  to  cheer  us  and  arm  us, 
The  upper,  the  better,  the  mansions  thou  hast ; 
And,  God  of  the  grave,  that  the  grave  cannot  harm  us, 

869.  c.  M. 

Christmas. 

1  Jesus  has  lived !  and  we  would  bring 
The  world's  glad  thanks  to-day ; 

695 


SUPPLEMENT. 

And  at  his  feet,  while  anthems  ring, 
The  grateful  offering  lay. 

2  Jesus  has  lived !  and  his  pure  life, 

So  perfect  and  sublime, 
Shall  conquer  man's  dark  sin  and  strife 
Through  every  rank  and  clime. 

3  Jesus  has  died !  and  o'er  the  stars 

Gone  home  to  God  on  hi^h : 
He  burst  the  grave's  cold  prison-bars, 
And  said,  "  Man  cannot  die." 

4  Jesus  yet  lives !  and  from  the  sky 

Where  victory  he  wrote, 
Before  the  good  man's  closing  eye, 
Visions  of  glory  float. 

5  Jesus  yet  lives !  and  oh !  may  we, 

While  in  this  valley  dim, 
So  feel  our  immortality, 
That  we  may  be  like  him. 

870.     12s.  M. 

A  Supplication. 

1  O  Love  Divine!  lay  on  me  burdens,  if  thou  wilt; 
Burdens  to  break,  in  mercy,  my  fond,  feverish  sleep  ; 
Turn  comforts  into  awful  prophets  to  my  guilt, 
Let  me  but  at  thy  wondrous  footstool  fall  and  weep ! 

2  Visit  and  change,  uplift,  ennoble,  recreate  me ! 
Ordain  whatever  masters  in  thy  saving  school ; 
Let  the  whole  eager  host  of  Fashion's  flatterers 

hate  me, 
So  thou  wilt  henceforth  guide  me  by  thy  loving  rule. 

636 


SUPPLEMENT. 

3  I  pray  not,  Lord,  to  be  redeemed  from  mortal  sorrow ; 
Redeem  me  only  from  my  vain  and  mean  self-love ; 
Then  let  each  night  of  grief  lead  in  a  mourning 

morrow, 
Fear  shall  not  shake  my  trust  in  Thee, — my  Peace 
above. 

4  Yet  while  the  Resurrection  waves  its  signs  august, 
Like  morning's  dewy  banners  on  a  cloudless  sky, 
My  weak  feet  cling  enamored  to  the  parching  dust, 
And,  on  the  sand,  poor  pebbles  lure  my  roving  eye. 

5  Ye  witnessings  of  silent,  sad  Gethsemane,  — 
That  shaded  garden  whence  light  breaks  for  all  our 

earth,  — 
Around  my  anguish  let  your  faithful  influence  be ! 
Ye  prayers  and  sighs  divine,  be  my  immortal  birth ! 

6  Vales  of  Repentance  mount  to  hills  of  high  desire ; 
Seven  times  seven  suffering  years  earn  the  Sab- 
batic Rest; 

Earth's  fickle,  cruel  lap — alternate  frost  and  fire  — 
Tempers  beloved  disciples  for  the  Master's  breast. 

7  O  Way  for  all  that  live !  heal  us  by  pain  and  loss ; 
Fill  all  our  years  with  toil,  and  bless  us  with  thy  rod. 
Thy  bonds  bring  wider  freedom ;  climbing,  by  the 

cross, 
Wins  that  brave  height  where  looms  the  city  of  our 
God! 

8  O  Sunshine,  rising  ever  on  our  nights  of  sadness ! 
O  Best  of  all  our  good,  and  Pardoner  of  our  sin ! 
Look  down  with  pity  on  our  unbelieving  madness! 
To  Heaven's  great  welcome  take  us,  homesick  pil- 
grims, in! 

54  637 


SUPPLEMENT. 

9  Spirit  that  overcame  the  world's  long  tribulation 
Try  faltering  faith,  and  make  it  firm  through 

much  enduring; 
Feed  weary  hearts  with  patient  hopes  of  thy  sal- 
vation ; 
Make  strait  submission,  more  than  luxury's  ease, 
alluring. 

10  Hallow  our  wit  with  prayer ;  our  mastery  steep 

in  meekness; 

Pour  on  our  study  inspiration's  holy  light ; 

Hew  out,  for  Christ's  dear  Church,  a  Future  with- 
out weakness, 

Quarried  from  thine  Eternal  Beauty,Order,  Might! 

11  Met,  there,  mankind's  great  Brotherhood  of  souls 

and  Powers, 

Raise  thou  full  praises  from  its  farthest  corners 
dim; 

Pour  down,  O  steadfast  Sun,  thy  beams  on  all 
its  towers ; 

Roll  through  its  world-wide  spaces  Faith's  ma- 
jestic hymn. 

12  Come,  age  of  God's  own  Truth,  after  man's  age 

of  fables ! 
Seed  sown  in  Eden,  yield  the  nations'  healing  tree ! 
Ebal  and  Sinai,  Mamre's  tents,  the  Hebrew  tables, 
All  look  towards  Olivet,  and  bend  to  Calvary. 

13  Fold  of  the  tender  Shepherd!  rise,  and  spread! 
Arch  o'er  our  frailty  roofs  of  everlasting  strength! 
Be  all  the  Body  gathered  to  its  living  Head! 
Wanderers  we  faint :  O,  let  us  find  our  Lord  at 


length ! 


63S 


SUPPLEMENT. 

871.     8&4s.  M. 

"  God  speed  the  Right ! " 

1  Now  to  Heaven  our  prayers  ascending, 

God  speed  the  right! 
In  a  noble  cause  contending, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Be  their  zeal  in  heaven  recorded, 
In  the  better  land  rewarded, 

Who  serve  the  right. 

2  Be  that  prayer  again  repeated, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Ne'er  despairing,  though  defeated, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Like  the  good  and  great  in  story, 
If  they  fail,  they  fail  with  glory  : 

God  speed  the  right ! 

3  Still  their  onward  course  pursuing, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Every  foe  at  length  subduing, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Truth  thy  cause,  whate'er  delay  it, 
There  's  no  power  on  earth  can  stay  it : 

God  speed  the  right! 


872.    L.  M. 

Noonday  Hymn. 

1  Up  to  the  throne  of  God  is  borne 
The  voice  of  praise  at  early  morn, 

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SUPPLEMENT. 

And  he  accepts  the  punctual  hymn 
Sung  as  the  light  of  day  grows  dim. 

2  Nor  will  he  turn  his  ear  aside 
From  holy  offerings  at  noontide  ; 
Then,  here  assembling,  let  us  raise 
Our  song  of  gratitude  and  praise. 

3  In  heaven,  behold,  the  industrious  sun 
Already  half  his  race  hath  run ! 

He  cannot  halt  or  go  astray, 
But  our  immortal  spirits  may. 

4  Lord,  since  his  rising  in  the  east, 
If  we  have  faltered  or  transgressed, 
Guide  from  thy  love's  abundant  source 
What  yet  remains  of  this  day's  course : 

5  Help  with  thy  grace,  through  life's  short  day, 
Our  upward  and  our  downward  way ; 

And  glorify  for  us  the  west, 
When  we  shall  sink  into  our  rest. 


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